The cabin’s walls were strong, just like the man
Who with the boy, canoe and gear in tow,
Would make a weekend home upon the land
And sleep at night ‘neath star and moon and crow
Outside the wind sang high amid the cold
While inside walls the fire burned on bright
And when the son requests a story told
The tale unfolded chills him through the night
For ages, fear has dwelt in forest deep
From tribe to tribe a demon’s name is known
Into the hearts and minds of folk will creep
Until one shakes with fright to be alone
If one should ever dare utter a breath
Wendigo is the name which brings us death

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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