Out Of Time Poem by Damian Cranney

Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.

A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and mystery,
It is hidden in the dark of the Woods,
guarded by Hobgoblins in hoods.

This infestation in ancient days,
Was kept in order by Druid ways,
who would gather at the full of the moon,
Sacrificing chickens, and chanting songs til noon.

The beasts are free to roam and kill,
you can hear there awful Howling still
They are, atop, of that far rocky hill,
fighting each other and growling.

It is here that the evil wolverine lurk,
Preying on innocents, going to work,
They now will face his merciless wrath.
Having strayed from the normal quite safe path,


For centuries now this evil place,
Has kept, it's anonymity safe,
An anomaly, in space and time
Has opened a door, to this world of slime.

How is this possible with modern techniques,
That no one has noticed these terrible freaks
You can try and avoid a confrontation
But something should be done, by the leaders of the nation.