In a dark cold night,
Exactly at midnight.
When creatures of the night.
Comes out,
To find a prey to kill;
And suddenly there it goes,
A mortal in sight.
The mortal,
Seing the creature, he fled
But a mortal cannot outrun the dead.
So the mortal is gone
And the creature is fed.
What a tragic death.
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