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From the woods they emerge at night

You are dead when in their sight

Jet black coats with blood red eyes

Phantom spirits of canines

Vicious biting, useless fighting

You will soon be dead

It turns around, you're on the ground

It bites through your neck

Hellhounds!

In the morning passers by will see your mangled corpse

Town is shocked by the scene, it baffles law enforcement