The Wizard and His Hound - Skinflint

He heard the beasts howl

The air was thick and foul

He prayed it was just a dream

and then he heard the scream

He armed himself with his spear

His hands were trembling with fear

Peaking between the door

He saw the inconceivable terror

The Horror, The Horror

He stabbed the beast

but it vanished into the misty fog

There lay his deceased

maimed in deathly shock

From behind — translucent hands

sink their nails in his throat

Ripped apart — his bloody spurts…

the wizard gloats