The damaged church bell rang its haunting tune.
People shiver as they stop in fright.
The wind howls across the barren land,
As the damaged church bell rings the twelfth time.
The villagers look even more frightened now.
The sky turned black,
There wasn't a sound of any animal,
It was extremely eerie.
It scared many to the bone,
And it scared others to death.
The sky lightened a little,
Just enough for the rest of
The villagers to see the pale figure
Coming towards them slowly.
He was emotionless,
His eyes were so cold as he passed them.
One by one,
The villagers began to fall in pain
Just as he passed the last house
It was like he was the messenger of
Death, the one to destroy them all.
He looked back to the dying village,
With his piercing blue eyes,
And coldly glared as
It began to burst into flames.
His job was finished,
It was time to move on.
The church bell rang the twelfth time again,
And he smirked sadistically.
It was something like his calling card
He'd show up at the sound of the twelfth
Ring of the damaged church bell.