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The Beast On The Moor PDF Print E-mail
Written by Joe Murphy   
Sunday, 13 July 2008 02:12

 

The darkness closed.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I walked alone.
The moon was full.
But shed no light.
The cloudy sky.
Hid it from sight.
A distant howl.
My heart did race.
A cold gaunt look.
Covered my face.
The snarl behind.
A scream in fear.
Claws and fangs.
My flesh did tear.
The beast retreat.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I died alone.

 



 

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