The Beast of Bodin Moor

On moonlit night, the countryside
It lay in slumber deep
Beneath the shadows, side by side
In silence stood its sheep

Whilst Cornwall’s farms were deep at rest
There roamed a varmint beast
Concealed in shadows, on a quest
On meadows found its feast

With skilled and swift agility
It killed the moorland sheep
And tore their throats efficiently
With sharpened fangs cut deep

Into the farmer’s livelihood
The phantom of the night
A trail of blood into the woods
Was all it left behind

When daylight came through moorland haze
Alarmed the farmer stood
Stared at the carnage in amaze
The blood trail to the woods

He called for help police and state
The neighbors, all in shock
The local press thought it was great
The bloodbath ‘mongst the flock

The story spread and so the fear
Of monsters on the moor
Of sleek, black demons coming near
Ferocious carnivores

And when the daylight on the moor
Gave way to moonless night
The murderous beast of modern lore
Set peaceful sheep in fright

On padded paws, retracted claws
A creature on the prowl
The raven phantom, nature’s law
It killed with gruesome growl

Then dragged its pray from bloodstained scene
Into the thicket dense
It licked its paws and had its feed
Then buried in its den

There it lay down, a panther black
To suckle cubs she bore
Outside a lore spread by her tracks
The Beast of Bodin Moor