Sense Sonnet - Chiller
Shapeshifter
A drunk killed my child on a binge.
To the devil I sold my soul,
So on drunks I could take revenge.
My hatred for drunk men is whole.
As a beautiful woman, I
Lure the drunk man into my bed,
Then transformation I apply,
Clawing the victim till he's dead.
A giant owl I turn into,
With talons sharper than a knife.
There is nothing the drunk can do
But watch me cut away his life.
With each victim corpse I then deal,
By consuming it as a meal.