Night of the

Jabberer-Wookie

In twilight's grasp, the shadows creep,
Where whispered fears and secrets seep,
A village small, with hearts so frail,
Now trembles 'neath the Jabberer's wail.

The farmers gather, faces pale,
With pitchforks raised, they tell the tale,
Of monstrous howls that pierce the night,
A creature born of dread and fright.

Through fields of corn, they flee in haste,
With every rustle, every taste
Of terror's breath upon their skin,
As darkness swallows all within.

The Jabberer, with eyes aglow,
In moonlit mist, begins to grow,
A wookie form, both wild and vast,
A nightmare from the shadows cast.

Yet in their flight, a truth they find,
That fear can bind, but hope can blind,
For in the heart of night’s despair,
A spark of courage lingers there.

So onward, through the haunted vale,
The farmers run, their spirits frail,
But in the echoes of their plight,
They seek the dawn, the end of night.

-By ChatGPT