The creature of the night

Blackened in it's flight

Those blood red eyes

Those deafening wings

They try to warn us

But will we listen?

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The bridge collapsed

The activity relapsed

And the mothman was alive.

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They might be frightening

But their warning us

Why must we turn and run?

Right into the problem itself.

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Ghosts of the night

A bird, a plane, a thing

It unwillingly gives you a fright

The chills in your spine is tingling.

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Monster, monster, in the sky

You try to warn

But why?

Why is that your purpose and goal?

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To try and keep us from death

While your attempts hits us like tin foil

We didn't heed your warning

Now look at this mess.

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The mothman is a mystery

And part of our history

If only we knew.

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Maybe then we wouldn't go askew.