Thought I’d post a little poem about Black Shuck. I was researching him for a story and ended up with a poem.
Black Shuck skulks under the darkened sky
howling his message to you or I
his hackles a warning of death in the air
the pending mourning for someone you care.
The hairs on your neck bristle up and hold firm
to the blood curdling cry of the demon in fur
Don’t ignore the howl of the red eyed beast
its drooling mouth and pointed teeth
The inky black shadow who lurks in the wood
or under a window in your neighbourhood.
He’s here with a warning that all is not well
he’s deaths darkest messenger, that phantom from hell.
Don’t cover your ears or hide in the nook
there’s no getting away from the message of Black Shuck.
All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved