I come from a family of shady killers and once had a fearsome reputation. They know i'm harmless now and so they feast on my red flesh.

I span from folklore to medicine to Wolverine's foes. Once human, now horror, my curse only grows. I roam dark woods reminding of forbidden hunger's cost. Parsed differently, a way to tell Pan's friend to get lost.

I climb the ladders, dodge the flame, I rescue love, yet none know my name. I was the first, before I grew

I'm a creature of legend, a mysterious sight, With wings that glow, in the darkness of night. I'm a harbinger, of disaster's approach, A West Virginia legend, with an otherworldly broach.

Twas the night before Christmas and way up in the building, Limped our outnumbered hero, though he'd rather be in Philly. But this fly in the ointment, surreptitious air duct-er, Would save the day with a 'Yippee-ki-yay, mother-' you get the idea.