Feral Grifter

Skulk o'er your dreams at night,
Trample them dead in village noon light. Undying, a menace, a touch of death —
And that's only described the smell of my breath.
Time only to waste when you've haste to hide,
Your hide's already in my jaws that are wide.
If you have fear, it was meant to be.
For what never goes away
You must always see.