The people in the village
felt the ground rumbling
in their homes that night.
Frightened, they sensed the
coming horror, the looming
doom.
The women and children
hid.
The men grabbed
their guns.
Danger reverberated
in the trembling air.
The moon lit up
the advancing hundred strong.
Before the moon bid the
night goodbye,
a thousand villagers
savaged and dead.
Werewolves.
Bob Boyd