The Village Of Rynemouth
The Village Is Quiet Every Day It is a ghost town You can see the thatched roofs Up above The Village Of Rhynemouth Is a mystery You don't know the history All houses are abandoned All windows are smashed All doors have disappeared No Body knows why Hidden away in the Valley Far away from civilisation All you see is a book Glowing in the night I picked it up Late at night This is why I was here Rhynemouth had suddenly disappeared I went to the abandoned library A little cottage up the steep hill I saw the Hobbit doors I cautiously went inside Everything looked like It was about to collapse The Books were all scattered All on the floor I saw a glowing orb Up ahead Showing me to the aisle A glowing book lay there Named " Woodwin Woods " A loud bang surrounded the library And then the walls started to collapse A ring of poisonous pythons surrounded me They came from the book Blue Fire towered up high I was all alone But something felt amiss Chuckling could be heard The book started spinning Out of control And was hurled in the fire Woodwin Woods Is A Forbidden Place Where nobody should step in A forbidden place That nobody should know about It is safe, or the hunt will begin
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