Stalker of night terrors
A shadow lurking in the corner
Darkened figure of the forest
A hushed rumor clad in black
A family dog gone missing
The search led to the woods
Its head was severed cleanly
The body nowhere to be found
There could only be one culprit
Distant brayings made that clear
A chill emanating from Zug Road
So began the reign of the Goat-Man
The avatar of Satan
Or merely hubris made flesh
A product of ambition
Arrogance and knowledge-lust
Or something far, far older
Summoned by dark ritual
Sent forth from the deepest hells
Left hand of the Lord of Lies
Seven feet tall
Standing on cloven hooves
Horned, bearded, bedraggled
Brandishing a headsman's axe
Pets were just the beginning
The goat had larger prey in mind
Lovers' lanes ripe for harvest
Lust met with violent demise
The corpse-count kept on rising
Fourteen in as many years
Dare not stray into the forest
The Goat-Man lives, indeed
Still it haunts the backwoods
Feasting below a rusted bridge
Slumbering in musty caves
Nourished by the darkness
Again will come the terror
Visions of a blood-soaked axe
Wielded by clawed, inhuman hands
Curved horns back-lit by the moon
A champion of ruin
With no pa**ion but for d**h
An engine of destruction
Forever stalking forests
Howling winds carry its call