VIII

VIII

And of course 
all this time  no matter who knew

The Secret Squad were hovering in the background

like a mop up crew

waiting to see what really was going on

before they made their move.

The Squad who had built from up nowhere

all the way back in the mid 16^th Century

to put Charles I to death

when that Devil scorched his soul

and had hovered in the shadows

their mouths agape with daggers ever since.

The Squad who waited in the nearby tunnels

around the back of the University

waiting, watching the vampires

turn men into rag dolls

and only took silent action

when they went past their tunnel.

The Squad who waited and waited

knowing who exactly Mandrake was
from previous encounters 

and who the Vampires were

their rifles and guns paused

with a monocled eye

and me?

They didn't have a clue

who I was

and that terrified them.