Missed
Vampirical bullets shot into the brain
shocked the grey matter
rattled the white cells.
Required: Vengeance.
Advert placed in shop window
‘Wanted: Retribution.’
Who will reply?
A slayer, handsome and tall, no
a werewolf gainsaid enemy, no
a priest, experienced exorcist, no.
Who will come?
Speedily snuffling the ground,
she stops, pounces, licks the face
paws on hips, hugging.
Hairy monster, not a dragon
smile bringer, hot water bottle.
She came, she replied.
Fanged adversaries left.
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