A requiem for a goblin 

Quietly, lightly and nimbly he moved 
Hunting for pleasure, more than for food 
A tall, brawny body controlled by the Id 
One nasty goblin, a bad hominid 

Closer and closer he got to his prey 
An innocent child aged seven or eight 
The goblin smiled, showing fangs 
Anticipating the tender flesh taste 

He slithered unnoticed, closing in 
Ready to spring and to rend limb from limb 
He had but to rush and the prize would be his 
But his stalking maneuver must have been seen 

A crack and a slap and a thunder arrived 
Blew up goblin's head, re-formatting his mind 
Thought that kid's mother, replacing spent round 
"Just as they say, if it saves just one child."