The blazing the dark sky
Brilliant colours bathing shadows
The moon drift along
As the minutes take her away
The guys watch
In the wooden walls of holes
The woman now turning
The homeless woman has returned
The bright moon light shines
On her face as she smiles
The sharp fangs the evil eyes
The young guys shiver....
The elder prays
He has seen learned the craft already
Arrow through the heart beheaded quickly
Let no soul can be made alive again
He brings out his long box
The young Turks stare
As he brings his ancient bow and arrows
And an ancient sword of magic
“What are you going to old man?”
“I am going to face the evil walking here
It has been decades I see it again
It's time for my expertise”
Under the big trees
On the well nearby
The woman changes again
A beautiful woman sitting on the well
The moon shines her body
Like fire of pure beauty
As the young guys suck in sorrowfully
Knowing they can't taste her assets
The elder walks out
Carrying his trusted equipments
Walking slowly to the well
He too changes into a muscled young man
“Now what happened to the old man?
This isn't the elder we saw............
Where is he? Where is he?”
The time ticks along in the night
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