Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Wendigo

Wendigo, evil force of myth,

Who the Great Lakes natives did fear,

Filling a possessed human with

Hunger for flesh that would appear

When the possessed human was found

Cannabalizing on one's kind,

Even close family around.

Evil in body, soul and mind,

The only way to kill such beast

Was the destruction of its heart,

Quite hard to do, to say the least,

Because it needed ripped apart.

Sometimes lots of fire would suffice,

Because the heart was solid ice.