Night creatures shuddering, huddled,
a coven of monsters with
fear raging inside.
Hide and seek. From whom?
Ultimate prey now predator.
No strength, no magic. Yet
the winners with something called
science. Fleas upon the Earth and
a pestilence.
Not vampires, werewolves, witches, ghouls
or other beasties.
A dangerous threat that rolls along or
flies and the sun reflected in the nights.
The true monsters. Humans.
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Great write
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