The Dead Of Night Poem by alexander Law

The clock struck twelve in the village,
All was quiet and bleak,
Nor the birds nor humans creak.
The street lamp began to flicker.

A howling noise came from the woods,
The village elders came out wearing hoods.
They had a gun and one silver bullet,
They went on a hunt to try to shoot it.

They entered the wood were no human went,
CRACK! they stepped on a twig and began to repent.
There was a black silhouette figure standing there,
It was covered with loads of thick brown hair.

BANG! Went the gun & they shot it dead,
They shot his neck &off came the head.
It rolled down the hill & into the lake,
The elders went home & began to bake.