We found them all within a shallow grave,
Heads removed and placed face down,
Wooden stakes plunged through their hearts,
They were surrounded by garlic and soaked in holy water.
But these were no creatures of urban myth,
They did not feast upon the blood of their kin,
The body count too numerous for it to be them,
This was a warning from those they were made to look like,
Mocking the stories of how we’re to banish them.
These innocent souls numbering into hundreds,
Messages that they hold no fear that we hunt them,
I fear the body count will rise before we are successful,
Removing the plague that ravishing our lands.