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Mr.Dunlop was a wicked old man,
A wicked old man with a wicked old plan.
He wanted me dead, that's what he craved,
He wanted my flesh to burn and be scathed.
Would I let him take my life?,
"No" I said, so I grabbed my knife.
Would I kill him and free his soul?,
"Yes" I said, for it was blacker then coal.
He stormed into my house, rifle in hand,
But he was lost in my sorrow-filled land.
I hid behind a rather large wall,
It was this wall that caused him to fall.
He fell to the ground after turning a corner,
He cried out to me "Die William Porter!"
His rifle rang into the dead of night,
I assume it gave my neighbors quite the fright,
He missed his shot, his plan had failed,
The hideous man had started to wail.
I told him to stop, it would be over soon,
But I felt sad and offered him a boon
"Leave me alone!", that's what I commanded,
He said "of course!" as if he was branded.
I walked away, feeling quite powerful,
Then without warning my life had ended,
His rifle had rang into the dead of night,
I threw my knife at him, it was a wonderful sight.
It went through his skull, his expression was demonic,
As I lay bleeding, the blood looking chronic.
I bled out that night, my life truly ended,
But along with me, his sad life also ended.
The night will be known as the "Dunlop affair"
As a ghost writing this I hardly could care.