It was a dark and stormy night,
And the bats were well in flight.
The air was cold with wintry winds,
And the demons of Sanville were hot with sins.
Beasts walked through the corridors of what seemed like hell,
Groaning and whining as they listened to the repetitive bell
That informed the community of just another human kill.
These monsters were ugly and had minds that would thrill
The lives of any who weren’t so evil and wicked.
There was one beast thought that wasn’t as sicked
As the rest of the blood thirsty group. He had
A brain that wasn’t quite right if you had
The brain of a Sanville beast. He sat atop
His tower with is a lump o’er his back.
Dreaming of the day when he could run away
From this town and escape the everday
Strife of the like in Sanville. His job was of simplicity
But the violence of it was as complicated as the city
Of Paris. He was what they called the skinner, that
Name nearly explains the job of this lad.
He took care of the bodies, all of the remains,
All parts to the same place. He claimed to his brains,
If my life is to sustain the way that is it today,
I will end my journey on this earth of clay
And rejoice and praise when I escape this wretched place.
So the hermit made a deal with the crab down the way.
the little crab will kill the hermit, partially though,
because hermit would not be deceased, no,
he would still be alive and well,
He would just be dead to the town of Sanville.
So the two of them developed I skeem
That would trick every devil, hound and fiend
That moped the streets of that dreadful dungeon town.
The two sneaky fellows constructed a plan bound
For success. The crab would simply claim insanity
And kill the hermit in the biggest calamity
That Sanville will ever see. Or so they hoped
For the did not know that behind the weeds and rope
a mole was listening to their plot. He was from
the inside where the biggest killers stayed.
His job was to detect misbehavior for he had
A nose for that type of thing. He would stand
And loiter the street of Sanville until he
Caught a group up to no good, then he
Would run the castle at the top of the hill
Where he would tell his masters then they would kill.
So the kings Sanville grabbed their clubs, there forks
And shovels. And they traveled to the tower to dispose
of the traitor at the top. So they made it to the post
and there sat the crab and hermit describing their plan.
So the kings did their deed and got rid of the man
That wanted no more to be involved in this mess.
So in the end, everyone got their wish, and says
The hermit as he sits in heavens halls, my plan went great
Exactly as I had expected.