A Dish Best Served Cold

A pack of coyotes slowly closing in
A cat and mouse game -the mouse in the trap
The Hounds of Hell ready to attack
Devil on patrol one Tuesday night,
Armed with a badge- looking for a fight.
Pushing every limit to the point of no return,
You know it.
Knocked him down again.
A pack of coyotes slowly closing in
Fear and confusion (slowly closing in)
Latch onto the prey, tear it limb from limb
A cat and mouse game -the mouse in the trap
The Hounds of Hell ready to attack.
No animal I know of kills like this.
To serve and protect, kill like this.
Took the eyes of Lady Justice,
Ripped them from the sockets.
Knocked him down again.
Revenge is a dish best served cold
We will never forgive
This story will be told.
With this pen I’m going to fuck you up.