The Wanderers of Darkness

It came out of the fogs like swirling hand grips,
sharply piercing teeth through skin of lips,
Creepy claws scale the walls now,
eyes peer from the blackened brow,
Resembled grin in darkened room,
able to devour or consume,
Ears bent back for movement ease,
teeth of venom filled with disease,
The back legs shorter than the front,
calling to others with a grunt,
Eventually they come just as mean,
hiding in the darkness completely unseen,
Tracking back and forth along the walls,
eating a victim before any calls,
Evading eyes of all but pets,
being another meal one soon gets,
Deadly if one is alone and unaware,
as one cannot avoid that evil stare,
Told in stories to make kids sleep,
from the caves that run so deep,
Hated by farmers and travelers alike,
being unprepared is when they strike,
Intelligence of such an unsocial beast,
making people and animals into a feast,
Soon all victims dead and nothing remains,
except their blood going slowly down the drains.