Laser arrays sprayed about the dank forests,
Wolves highlighted in those red beams,
Headlights spotting killer canines roving,
A warlord’s evil dreams made flesh, realised
For the destruction of many, born in beauty.
When the evil had died those bunkers stood
On, mute standards of death hidden, camouflaged
From sight, and later on in crept the vines,
Seeking purchase in cracks, crags, and nooks,
Infesting the old pestilence with new, green life.
Later the wolves spread further, long after
The centuries had quenched the malignity
Lingering, their padded paws soft on concrete
As they roamed at will, harbingers of new secrets
To be discovered within the forested lair.
Surprisingly non-threatening, all curious
Eyes, burning yellow, gold, red, so human-like,
Cunning with canine instincts, mysterious hunters
Seeking the lay of the land now that threats
Are gone from their homeland, free again.