My long, silver gun is tucked under my arm
Tonight I may need it, I may come to harm
Baffled by legend, not sure what's in store
Whats hiding in the darkness of the moor?
Is the story true or is it a mere hoax?
For the beast to appear it will need to be coaxed
Feeling so anxious, my cool I must sustain
Should I fire my gun or will it be in vain?
Is it close by or behind the North fence?
Silence remains my unspoken defense
When the morning comes and the sun light breaks through
It will be too late, I know what I must do.
The creature mocks me, I can tell by it's howling
Behind the shadows I can feel the beast scowling
My gun holds the weapon, a true silver bullet
My hands on the trigger, I just need to pull it.
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