The Beast

It was on the moors,

It was in the bushes,

It lay and wait,

For the next passers by,

It waited for it next victum,

Though told not to,

He went on the moors,

When midnight hour sounded out,

Something in the moors screamed,

He turned in all derections,

But he never saw the pack of beasts.

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