Lycanthropy
By Yasmin Khan
Inky headlines seem steeped in red
Shock waves sent to living dead
Words on air smeared in blood and pain
Cries stabbing the hearts, tears in vain
Flesh ripped, shrapnel blind eyes
Smoke blurs dawn as grief trots
Evening twilight smirched with blots
Faceless killers that prowl and pry
Thirst for blood the lycan quench
Screams and sighs all gore drench
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