Go to sleep, and rest your weary
Head, for under this
Opaque moon, hidden in fog and
Silence, but all too soon,
Terror will strike
Dark Africa, Tsavo, an
Abandoned railway, the workers fled.
Ruthless hunters with manes,
Killers for fun, brothers and rogue,
Nourishing themselves on human flesh.
Expect death soon, for this
Savage beasts will hunt you down, your
Screams of agony, will not be heard.
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