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I wished upon a shooting star,
To find out that there you are;
The light fades, the dusk arrives,
Number 777 is in disguise!

All i want in these days,
Is a way for me to make my ways;
I travled far, i searched up high,
No matter what, I won't wave goodbye.

I hide behind a manic smile,
Hopping not to leave a pile;
Here my work is done, the enemys gone,
I defeated every last one!

In the dust, a dream is made,
The winners belt, where glory stays;
From the darkness, you here a cry,
The belts been taken, the winners died.

The magestic race, that is the elves,
Stay hidden from us, amongst themselves;
We try are hardest, not to fight,
But in the end, It's just not right!

From the darkness, you see a shape,
Not sure what, but theres a cape;
From the darkness, you hear a screech,
The bats fly out, you lsoe your speech!

Throughout the decades, many have searched,
All the towers of the church;
Till they find, a hidden door,
Leading down below the floor.
The passageway spirals down,
The priests behind you start to frown;
You turn around, just in time,
To see them pull, a manic smile.

The nights grow longer, the light starts to fade,
Your left in a grave yard, with naught but a spade;
You dig a hole, and hide from site,
From out the darkness, theres somthing of great height;
It moves foward, coming out of the gloom,
You know who it is, You can tell from his boom,
The tell tale signs, of who it is,
His big round stature, and funny hat;
You say to you "Whats wrong dear child?"
But your frozen where your sat.

You walk up close, to see what is there,
But you stop, as you see some hair;
It whiped around the corner, and out of sight,
You follow round, that can't be right?
The Hair is gone, that marvoulus hair,
The way it shimmered, in the midnight glare;
You take a step, a step too far,
Without knowing, your hit by a car...

The dream of dreams, it came again,
The chime of midnight, the dream starts then;
It start the same, just like the others,
We sit up, and look up above us;
On the cieling we see the sight,
That somethings coming, with great might;
Outside your window, you see the flames,
But still the children play their games;
You try to tell them, to run and hide,
But al lthey do is run inside;
The lgith then comes, from up above,
And coming down, is that glorious dove;
People move, towards the light,
The angle shouts with all his might;
"You there, in the window!
Come down here, your not my shadow;
The day draws short, the beast grows stronger,
Come with me, its already too late;
The beasts to, strong,
The worlds long gone!"

It's late ate night, your all alone,
But from upstairs, you hear a groan;
Yous turn down the volume, you prike your ears,
You hear it again, bringing your eyes to tears;
You go towards the open door, and slip on somthing on the floor;
You look around you, there was others here,
But here no more, their heads taken off, with almighty shears;
You sscream, as another head, falls from upstairs,
What should i do, what if nobody cares;
You try to run, but to no prevail,
A person's there, hidden by a veil;
You back away, from you visous asassin,
You turn around, look at the clock,
And see the time,
Its then you realise, that the door was locked;
You roll around, as you fell again,
You search for a wepon, but find only a pen;
The assasins gone, Your all alone,
Then you realise, you had your phone;
You ring the police, and cry for help,
They turn up, and find the sight,
You had the shears, but you wern't teh type;
They walk towards you, guns pointed,
You move towards them, With the shears above you,
This isn't right, what are you doing?
You the one shot, then two.
You wer the killer, they did what they had to do...

The night shines bright, the moons glorious glow,
The midnight circus, beginds its show;
the nightstalkers, begin there work,
Its about time, But they never talk;
They walk without a sound,
Chaseing you, useing therenoses, like a hound;
You turn the corner, and your on the stage,
Your given a sheet, told to read that page;
Your've given the stalkers, a hard trail to follow,
They're looking for an old fello;
You change your look, and from out of sight,
You turn around, and get a fright;
Infront of you, there he stands,
The nightstalker's leader, with knives in hands;
You try to run, but your to slow,
A flick of the wrist, he seems to grow;
The poisen affects you, you ffall to the ground,
You hear him shout, his voice so loud;
"I am your killer! Now, can we please have dinner?" His grandson

asked.

The sun shines brightly, high in the sky,
He fears no thing, from where he lies;
The birds sing chierfully, gatherung food for thier meal,
He stubles, and falls, but has nothig that he need heal;
He turns around, but then it happens,
He trips o na rock, and sees some robins;
He trys to take a picture, but some things wrong,
The suns gone out, teh darkness has come!

The ground starts to rumble,
An unearthly mumble;
The Volcanos explode, the earth starts to die,
But still undisturbed, the people lie;
They tell themselves, they'll be ok,
They'll live to see another day.

The zombies mvoe, they have no fear,
All they want, is someone to be near;
All through the night, they search and search,
But all they find is torch after torch;
The people of the town, they don't want to know,
To them all it is, is one elaborate show.

The Hysteria Strikes!



All along the road tonight,
You here the calls, of those in fright;
You walk by closer, the screams increase,
You know not why, but then then they cease;
You turn around, to find out why,
It was all a dream, but thats not why;
You wake up, and your on the street,
your the one screaming, lieing on the concrete;
You try to stand up, and your screaming stops,
The creature turns round, its swivleing top;
It walks towards you, you can't escape,
And that is when, it changes shape;
The monster before you, isn't human,
The head of a snake, the above you looming;
The body of a tiger, ready to pounce,
Your body so heavy, every ounce;
Your face exposed, its fangs ready,
Your in your bed, holding your teddy.