The Dingo

The dust settled in the barren land, 
Grassland reduced to just arid quicksand, 
Yet sneaking through the shadows in Dreamland 
Spreading sheer terror and making no error, 
He is known as the despairer.                                                                                              
His bloodcurdling howl erupts through the whole,
Reminding inhabitants of his vicious soul, 
Reaching out to remember its mysterious goal. 
His tanned fur shining in the merciless sun,
For the fierce battles he won, like a trigger of a gun.   
Hunting at night, like the vampires of twilight, 
Lurking in the shadows but never taking the spotlight.
He has murders up his paws, 
Killed a harmful baby without a pause, 
Known to be someone without laws.
Silent attack is his best, making his targets go on a quest, 
He’s silently planning for the time to get a lucky chest
Yet he seems so harmless, but he alone is the devil of darkness
And his lasting is timeless.
But as the legend goes on, it is said he is to be forlorn.