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.

I am a seven letter word. My first two are a way of saying hello, and the rest is what you read in a book.

A birthday present deadly, a treasure most precious, An unlikely find in a dark, misty crevice. It binds without chains, draws all things round, Destined to rule, it wants to be found.

I wear no face, yet I kiss the air. I ride on whispers, unseen, everywhere. I turn warmth to fever, song into moan, Till earth grows fat with flesh and bone.