There is a monster on the brim
Whose intentions merit the legend grim.
The creature's epic, such a tragic tale
May justify his dark assail.
Townsfolk, fearing the loss of their babes
Sent woodsman out on slaughter raids.
Their king, whom with all their quandaries dealt
Offered the nimrods wealth for submitted pelts
Wanderers will find few stories worse
His matriarch killed for a measly purse
Such behavior no demons could ever condone
Left him stray in the thickets, naive and alone.
For his life, he fled the grisly sight,
Released his anguished wail into the night.
Over time, he grew to enormous size
Retaining the agony in his eyes.
Rage augmented his glorious physique,
Never again would he be abandoned and meek.
Now he be a spiteful brute,
Smites all those who undervalue
If you belittle your beloved, heed my advice-
Or don't condemn me when you fall through the ice.
Pride and dignity, cold twin hates
Below their stage the beast awaits
Should you triumph, still beware
Lest you be caught in its malefic snare.
You are unkind to the "best," malign for the least
Dear, look about you; you're in the belly of the beast.