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The Dead Of Night
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 ...