467. Deabru Poem by Jaden Knight

She is the result of an unholy ritual
the union of a werewolf and a forest demon
known as Deabru by all who fear her
they dare not speak her name aloud

Her hands are like the paws of a wolf
with bark padding on her shoulders
a crown of antlers on her head
surround her long blond hair

Her deep yellow eyes are said entrance all humans
making them helpless before her
she feasts on their flesh and blood
and collects their remains as trophies

For now she is considered immortal
but no one has had the courage to kill her
the last thing that a hero's soul would see
is her presenting their skull to her father