The City Beast

Stalking midnights murky grove
Along alien shore quick to roam
In search of grim and grizzly trove
A shape from some forgotten tome

Moon shines low on blackest coat
With fangs that fit some ancient beast
A demon that craves an innocent throat
A craving slaked but never ceased

Deep in darkest shadows lay
Consumed by the efficient kill
Dreams of all the dead this way
And all those to join them still