A deafening cry Was heard upon The cold winter night.
All men rose from slumber; All of them heard, The frightening cry That wintry night.
With torches and rakes, With clubs and knives, They gathered, In the center of the town, To set out on a journey.
Once again, that cry Was heard upon The dark woods that lay afar.
None of them knew What they were up against. None of them knew What was ahead.
Blindly, they went Ignorantly, they set out Through yonder and afar Through the cold crisp air Of that winter night.
A gust of wind Came upon As they venture.
Through the heavy snow, And through the dark night. With their weapons at hand All of them thought they’ll comeback alive.
As they approached the source Of such dreaded cries; They have finally noticed That their numbers have halved.
As they drew closer to The origin of the wretched cries, They did as they have talked.
To slaughter the beast of the night, For them to finally sleep tight. However, fate had something else in store -
In a blink of an eye, All of them slept tight, But none, came back.