He heard the beasts howl The air was thick and foul He prayed it was just a dream And then he heard the scream He armed himself with his spear His hands were trembling with fear Peaking between the door He saw the inconceivable terror The horror, the horror He stabbed the beast But it vanished into the misty fog There lay his deceased Maimed in deathly shock From behind - translucent hands Sink their nails in his throat Ripped apart - his bloody spurts… The wizard gloats