• It's a cold winters morning
    the trees stand still, as the wind softly blows
    there stood a man, looking around
    then he saw a shadow
    a shadow that looked liked a dog
    then he heard voices
    voices that sound evil
    evil...evil voices saying blurs
    the man couldn't tell what they were saying
    so he picked up his knife
    getting ready for anything that comes to him
    then the shadow attacked him!
    the shadow of the dog!
    the man attacked, trying to save his own life.
    the knife....the blood....everywhere.
    it was dead, the shadow, the dog...dead