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Roman Legion
Disciplined organised and full of stout, Marching in formation to the General's shout, Holding their swords and weapons at the ready, An elite told to stand steady, For little be known for the evil this legion die to protect A howling fills the deathly night sends a splinted shiver of fear through brave men Not breaking their ranks a wolf unlike a native beast Rises up out of the darkness for it's feast, Standing up right a werewolf pack diseased The moment seized A couple of soldiers fall blood stains their armour, The bloodbath follows is a level of karma As one by one the Legion get ripped apart, Screaming men with amputated arms and legs Knowing that with this enemy you can longer beg For one bite enough to change them Into an abominable hybrid of wolves and men A couple of survivors loyal protect the general, but little known that he was the one with the dark secret to keep, His body contorts his eyes drop a tear like a weep, But this is no cry and pity or comradeship, But because he allowed himself to get bit. He turned on the survivors who were willing to die for him, As now he is a changed beast the disease of sin.
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