Wendigo

Do not say its name, 

the one that comes on winter nights,

When moon is dim and warmth is scarce

searching to stave off endless starvation

Do not say its name. 

Forever trapped in famines embrace

This cursed body may never escape,

Hunger grows and never wanes,

Do not say its name.

What once was human is now beast

On brothers flesh they had to feast

Locked them in this cold dark form

Do not say its name.

Driven mad with hunger pains

A desperate wanderer resorts to feed

On the corpse of their companion

Do not say its name.

With voices in wind on dark cold nights 

Promising false hopes and dreams

Calling out for you to join them

Do not say its name.

Answer back and you will see

Call to it over the wintery slopes 

Seeking out the cold dark creature.

When you reach it you are sure to know

You will die by the hands of a Wendigo.