Werewolf Poem by John Sensele

When scarlet blood drops dripped on a spatula
Seeking with bated breath to avenge
Deaths from previous lives heaped on Count Dracula
While a cadaverous mandible hankered for revenge.


Seeking with bated breath to avenge
The burning at the stakes of hordes of vampires
While a cadaverous mandible hankered for revenge
To settle scores with heathens who undermined underworld empires.

The burning at the stakes of hordes of vampires
As a matter of fact condoning cultures of bloodletting which couldn't serve
To settle scores with heathens who undermined underworld empires
Much as fairness pundits didn't swerve.

As a matter of fact condoning cultures of bloodletting which couldn't serve
Deaths in previous lives heaped on Count Dracula
Much as fairness pundits didn't swerve
When scarlet blood drops dripped on the spatula.