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Dinner Plans...

Crackling firelight and the warmth
from the fireplace shows
a threesome that rests quiet
basking in the glow

An unlikely pair of brothers
and a faithful dog
Music wafting gently here
like a misty fog

Anubis snorts and sighs a bit
Killer smiling at Sir Gee
I wish you wouldn't bring your food
But eat with him and me

"You know my answer, give it up
I'll share adventure and the trail
but never eat the stuff you eat
on that, you won't prevail"

"Now tell me again, of this bunch
these rapers of young girls
You know I'll ride with you, my bro
they are the worst thing in the world"

Well, they operate from this place
an old church there in that town
Anubis heard and told me
about a thing that's going down

Anubis' ears stick straight up
at the mention of his name
He's wide awake, listening now
eager for the game

The plans are made, they move tomorrow
at the fall of dark
Anubis scouts and lets them know
when to come, with a little bark

Twilight, black and purple falls
Music in Killer's head
Vivaldi's Gloria, the second movement
and Anubis' eyes burn red

Sir Gee swings his shining sword
Killer wipes his knife
Anubis shows his teeth, pearl-white
excited at this life

Unannounced, they break the door
Rapist's pants around their knees
they turn to see the threat and run
"Hold it right there, please!"

"Sir Gee, you take the girls
put them on the path
Tell them run home, get away
and then we'll vent our wrath"

The begging and the pleading starts
Let us go, they say
You can't do this, it's against the law
"Yeah, but we do it anyway"

Sword and teeth, a Bowie-knife
slash and tear out hearts
Anubis snarls and rips off
soft unmentionable parts

The last of the monsters stands alone
gasping for some air
Sir Gee thrusts his sword at him
Anubis grabs him by the hair...

The evil's done, all gone it is
the trio gives high-fives
The mission is accomplished
they've saved more innocent lives

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like an (a) misty fog
I like your title it drew my attention. the poem flows so well that I didn't notice if it rhymed or not! my favorite lines are:

Sword and teeth, a Bowie-knife
slash and tear out hearts
Anubis snarls and rips off
soft unmentionable parts

I like how the three work together as a team! I'm going back for another read!

*hugs, Cat
ever, eddy

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I think you like the right parts! LoL
Glad you liked it, yes, it rhymes.
Thank for the double read and comments. ~ Geez.

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