A ghastly sight emerges
Slowly moving through the fog
Appearing when the moon is full
In the form of a black dog
It haunts the local residents
Who live upon these grounds
They dare not venture out at night
Afraid of the dreadful hound
Stalking them as helpless prey
It tracks their scent of fear
When hearing its hellish cries
They know that death is near
copyright K. N. Kiger