This Devil Place
Weird rumors were rampant about this sacred devil’s place in North Gum.
A dark evil forest where the stars were too afraid to linger at night.
Where werewolves dared to roam, where knights were unwelcome
Sir Geowharl heard these rumors, but was not a believer in such trite.
He made a fire three times, but it would not last. Kept going out.
He knew his pack had grandma’s quilt, so he wrapped himself in
The next thing he remembered was his squire’s quick shout.
He looked around, but the guy’s bedding looked empty and thin.
He shut his eyes, because he knew McDougal would be back.
Not realizing the guy was currently being devoured by a werewolf pack.
In a few hours they came to shake him from his cozy cocoon.
He was soon screaming in agony by the light of the blood red moon.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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