~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

In the WdC woods, a hunt has begun.
Dear Dave so ascends to master poetry,
but usurping also is a poetic kinda fun!

His scent in the wind, we can sniff it now.
The golden aura of success perceived,
as if angels are running this bloody show.

The shape of the master, see Dave ahead:
The tastes of the woods, primordial & wild;
Luckily, this is not yet `The Walking Dead´.

Our muse calls to battle, a challenge begun:
Follow given procedure and word craft it,
to make poetic musings one helluva fun!