The Beast of Kallygryn

A warning lest ye who travel this way,

are apt to forget things day by day.

Take heed my friend from the message herein,

watch close as you walk for the beast of Kallygryn.

Its breath hot and foul from the bowels of the earth,

its teeth razor sharp, it's jaws a man's girth.

Its cunning; much more than any man's match,

its hunger will let it your life away snatch.

The Kallygryn forest it's home and its lair,

its appetite strong for the pure and the fair.

The sad and forgotten are all just and fair game,

none are protected, not even the crippled or lame.

Through the Kallygryn Shire every human will pass;

Surrounding the forest lie meadows and grass,

but all paths to the beauty are a canopy stride,

and from the beast in the forest there is nowhere to hide.

The dense growth of trees keeps out the light from above.

The only sounds are sudden flight from the pigeon and dove.

But there in the dark you'll feel the heat from its eye,

your legs will be leaden, your throat will be dry.

The beasts victims aren't slaughtered, killed or ate,

they still wander the forest, never to find the gate.

The beast must be faced by all man's kith and kin,

for the beast is in all of us; The beast is pure sin.

So to complete the dark journey through the Kallygryn wood,

stay true the path that you're heart says is good.

For deep in the forest it's never too late,

for the beast to be faced and to walk through the gate.

But once in the meadow amongst sunlight and laughter,

where the pure of this world remain ever after.

Never forget the forest and never the doubt,

for the beast is still watching and the beast can reach out.