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They walk on silent feet
through the forest so deep.
I must keep moving my feet
without stopping to sleep.
The howling wind plays their song
of bloody deaths for us all.
They’re not for this place for long.
They wait for the town to fall.
They are surrounding me.
I can’t outrun their reach.
Somehow I must get free
and make it to the beach.
The ground is opening.
Sadly I know for whom.
I’m falling in a hole
that will soon be my tomb.
