The Black Shuck Poem

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In the shadows, a hound does roam,
With eyes that gleam, like embers of home.
A phantom beast, a creature of night,
The Black Shuck, a fearsome sight.
With fur as dark as midnight's shroud,
And eyes that pierce through every cloud,
It howls with a mournful cry,
A spectral presence, passing by.
Its paws leave no trace upon the ground,
As it roams through moor and marshy mound.
A harbinger of doom, some say,
A spectral omen, come what may.
Its eyes burn bright with an eerie light,
A ghostly guardian of the night.
With fangs that gleam, like daggers sharp,
It haunts the land, a creature dark.
Beware the Black Shuck's haunting wail,
Its phantom form, a spectral tale.
For those who see it, meet their fate,
A chilling encounter, they can't abate.
So tread with caution, in the dark,
Beware the Black Shuck's spectral mark.
A creature of mystery, a legend told,
The Black Shuck, a tale so bold.