Wendigo

Moving among us like the blowing of withered leaves
Its spectral form solidifying on Hallows Eve

An ancient demon searching for the young and old
Its hunger and thirst increasing enticed by the cold

Its unrelenting fierce appetite can never be satisfied
Unnoticed among the masses its face its own disguise

It stalks a young man who has traveled away from all the rest
The teen walks into the dark woods then stops, howls and beats his chest

It sniffs the air catching the scent of mixed sweets and of cheap beer
The teen relieving himself oblivious to what is near

It charges the surprised teen changing into a ghostly mist
Attacking his mouth making his body violently twist

The scared teen tries to scream as he falls back unto the hard ground
The now inhabiting intruder robs his mouth of any sound

The Wendigo arises with Its newly acquired shell
The hunger burning hot within it like the fires of Hell

It walks slowly out of the thick woods looking for the teen’s friends
The teen’s skin stretched tight about it, making it difficult to pretend

In their drunken stupor they fall prey to the Wendigo
It feasts on their bodies, bones and their very soul

Hallows Eve’s done, the Wendigo discards the corpse on the cold bare floor
Biding its time until next Hallows Eve so that it can feast once more