Barghest

I stared deeply into the eyes of the barghest.  He had his lips pulled back so as to show off his teeth. I knew he wouldn’t attack, but that’s not what antagonized me. It was the mystery of what awaited.  Death? That was certain. The how? That is another story.

                                           

Jotunheim

His whole life was rather bleak

At eight feet tall, he was considered a freak

But then he left, to live with his mother’s kin

Instead of staring up, they looked down upon him

Normal at last because perspectives aren’t the same

When you make your home, in a Jotunheim

Lycanthrope

The lycanthrope approached. It was strange to hear John's voice come from the wolf's body. He said he'd never forgive me. I reached for my knife, but then I froze. My guilt tormented me. Our eyes met, he saw my regret. I was left with life, just one less arm.

Taphephobia

Death.  It is a thought that scares most everybody.  But not me.  Death I imagine as a rather pleasant experience.  When one is dead there is nothing to fear.  A man, when dead, doesn’t notice the small space.  Yes I do not suffer from thanatophobia, it’s taphephobia that afflicts me.