National Poetry Writing Month: Day Twenty-One, "The Renderkerth"

Another poem based on my fantasy work, from the point of view of the Halfling bard again. Enjoy.

Within the deepest depths of old Hermisia it is said,
Lurks a horror too frightful and fell.
Only the mad would near it tread,
For the land in which it abides is cataclysmic hell.
Stands so tall doth the beast that it dwarfs very giants,
Which it may feast on with little care.
Those that look upon it lose any sense of defiance,
And their hearts are torn by agonised despair.
Its presence is exaggerated by its bloodcurdling scent,
Rusted souls and broken flesh abound.
But its image is iron and smoke cruelly bent,
And moulded into a devilish compound.
Tendrils of ash, talons of ice,
Severe thee will it with but one slice.
Wings of topaz, horns of bronze,
Feed will it upon the remains of thy ground up bones.
The Renderkerth is an abhorrent without any peer,
And no man yet lives who is immune to its piercing fear.