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.