In
the valley of the dim light
The
people hide behind walls and trees
They
are afraid of the dark creatures
They
can fly; they can catch
The
nights of screams of the unlucky ones
Walking
openly daring to go against advice
The
flying beasts of the darkness
They
will spare no one
The
group of brave people
They
gathered around in secrets
Behind
closed doors they plot
How
to kill the night beasts
The
flying beasts in the air
Smell
the scents feel the needs
They
shout wildly in the valley
The
eerie calls death on the ground
The
group of brave warriors
They
open windows and watch
With
rifles aiming high
They
wait for the time
The
flying beasts arrive
Singing
their eerie songs
Whirring
their wings in the air
They
scoop down to the house
In
mid-air the rifles fire
The
sound and flares in the sky
The
night beasts get caught in surprise
One
by one drop dead on the ground
It
takes a few brave people
To
make the change for the best
Even
a giant can be slaughtered
Even
an empire can disappear
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