Decisions
In the darkness, there's a cry that only few can hear.
In the forest, a dark figure awaits.
Its eyes glow with a fire that can burn through a man's soul.
Drippin' blood on its decaying hands.
It hunts not for food but for pleasure.
It has a name but none know it.
Those who have died at its savage hands know its name.
You wish to know the name of the night killer?
Your mind says yes but your heart cries out with terror.
But only you can decide your fate.
Will you head into darkness or stay true to the light?
You must decide...time grows short...oh so short...
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