Gwyllion

Silent by the mountain
Covered in disgust
Sits a lonely maggot
Terror is its lust

Wasted away hours
Stapled to the floor
Vampyre without blood
Thirsting for more

The sky’s a golden yellow
Reflected by the sand
This warlock keeps resisting
The water it has banned
The flavor of the air
Stale as molded bread
the watcher sits there laughing
and watches visitors dread

Its skin a bluish yellow
Its hair a raven black
Poisoning her passers
With vicious attack

Its face will drive you running
Its eyes will drive you mad
You’ll creep slowly closer
But wish you never had