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Staring at the flickering lamp

Her mind at a restless state,

A half-filled feathered head pen-

Enough gadget to make her awake.

A dripping water on the bathtub,

A howling fox at the woods,

The silence of the mysterious night ,

Reminded her of the man on hood.

Rumours had once spread 

that he was of royal blood;

Some said he's a dark knight,

walking and talking with the dead.

It was on a familiar night

Decades from the time now, 

When she was waken up with sudden

by a strangest and helpless sound.

It draws her to its attention 

and she couldnt help but went, 

To open the cottage's main door

That her father had forbidden.

A tiger cub got trapped itself, 

At the fence's spiky mess;

A soft hearted soul she was,

Couldn't leave the poor thing helpless.

Tiptoeing to the frontyard's gate 

which stood behind the woods;

At the peakest silence of the night-

Eyeing her was the man on hood.

The very last thing she ever recalled,

Was the break to the silence;

Of her father running towards her,

Firing at the fence.

She was made only to believe,

That it was but a dream;

Till this very awakening night,

Ending with her terrified scream!

'cause a minute after she blew

The lamp's flickering light,

A familiar shadow on the wall-

A figure of the mysterious knight.