It seems its creepy story day on TCE, so without further ado, I play my part with dark and gruesome delight….
On Badger Marsh,
where mist did rise like specter kind,
and morning light did dance upon its plumes,
glistening yet dark like impending doom,
and not a bird or creature stirred,
for death was all that seemed to live
where waters dim in lifeless still abandon, give.
And stories tell of a deadly beast,
a dark and reptilian tenant of waters deep,
that by full moon rose to hunt its quarry,
under luminescent moonlight day,
and under pale light it could be heard
ferocious growling, terror prowling,
as it tore its prey apart.
The cries of pain in echoed refrain,
closed doors and windows for miles,
in fear of this aberration, this beast,
in Badger Marsh, a dark release,
as death pervade all,
and no-one dared to venture out,
on moonlit nights a deadly plight, foretold.
They say its jaws like crocodile,
its stance like a man with scales,
and eyes so yellow, so cruel and cold,
its sight alone your life be sold, for blood,
and fences placed around the marsh
did nothing to protect,
on full moon nights on Badger Marsh,
where death alone did rise, affect.