[AbercrombieOfRohan]

Once upon a daylight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my cavern door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my cavern door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my cavern door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
a villager there, and nothing more.

Long I stood there looking, peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words,
What is it? This I whispered, and the upset villager murmured back the word,
“"Werewolves!” Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the cavern turning, all my soul within me burning,
I needed to make up my mind quickly, something I was not good at, before
"Surely," said I, "surely, I must go down to the village.”
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" I must go help with everything and more."

Down I ran the stately path, and into the village filled with wrath
And asked the village, “Who hath committed this unsightly gore?”
And not a sound reached my ears; though faces were drenched with woeful tears
I have not seen such a tragedy in all my books of lore
Why me, O God? I am but a faithful servant of your lore.
We must kill the wolves and nothing more!

P.S. I will not talk in poetic form the entire time, I just thought Poe was befitting for this dreadful time.

P.P.S. And I know the rhyme scheme is off where I changed some things, deal with it.