[Lawtan]

A mane of hair all down my spine,
A nose long and toothy,
In the night it walks,
With a prideful demeanor,
Leap and overtaking it encircles its prey,
With a mighty snap of the jaws,
Rend and tear with teeth so sharp,
The victim, life pouring,
Stares at its prison vest,
It signs and kicking it fades,
The king of the hunt now feeds.