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SPECIAL K & 1 EYED JACK
SPECIAL K
It was London 1960 cold war and espionage
3 Russian spies had escaped from prison and they were now at large
Donald Hooper and John Blythe had worked for MI5
And Ted Hicks for MI6 but they were undercover Russian spies
Passing top secret information back to the KGB
As a result many British spies would disappear mysteriously
These 3 were sentenced to 40 years each but 2 years on they would escape
By killing 4 prison guards and scaling the fence in a bloody brutal prison break
Within hours of breaking out they’d broke into Whitehall and stole top secret plans
National security would be threatened if seized by Russian hands
The KGB had trained these 3 in many different ways to kill
While they were free the M.O.D. would not rest until
They were back in prison or dead so this called for the best
British secret service agent who was leagues above the rest
He was fluent in more than 50 languages and had a dozen P.H.D.’s
He could run a hundred yards in 10 seconds flat and a 4 minute mile on his knees
He was trained in every martial art known to man and even ones that weren’t
He could walk through fire covered in petrol and still not get burnt
He could swim across the channel underwater without a snorkel just holding his breath
He’d been shot 50 times blown up with bombs and still he cheated death
He could out run out jump out fuck out fight any man in the world
And he once beat a gorilla in an arm wrestle after shagging a dozen girls
His name was Jack King but his secret service name was Special K
He could do anything he could play any game or find a needle in a stack of hay
So in a penthouse apartment in Mayfair Special K was entertaining in bed
With 3 gorgeous girls who were former Miss World’s and all of them were giving him head
When the telephone rang it was the M.O.D. “Special K 3 spies have broke free”
“I’ll come as quick as I can. Sorry girls my country needs me”
Exactly 2 minutes later at Whitehall Special K then arrived
With lipstick on his face his shirt unbuttoned and his penis hanging out of his flies
“Special K put your weapon away” said the British secret service top bloke
With the airports sealed and the roads closed off the 3 spies were thought hiding in the smoke
Then on a Police boat on the river Thames a Copper saw a yacht moored by a quay
With 3 men on deck and the Copper did suspect these men acted suspiciously
So the river Policemen shined a light on them to recognise the face of John Blythe
He got on the radio and called in to give the exact location of the spies
But John Blythe took the coppers by surprise and karate chopped them both in the throat
Within minutes Special K had arrived and found 2 dead coppers on a boat
A mile away down the river Thames was the yacht with the Russian spies
But Special K had spotted them with his super human telescopic eyes
He took to the water like a dolphin and quickly made his way down stream
He swam up close 10 yards from the boat underwater so he couldn’t be seen
But Special K got a nasty surprise something got hold of his leg
It was a great white shark in the River Thames so he punched the bugger hard in the head
The shark swam off in a hurry but now he’d get another shock
When an Anaconda 30 foot long would now get him in a headlock
A wrestling match would now take place on the bottom of the river bed
But he wouldn’t submit and he loosened it’s grip and he killed the Anaconda dead
And now the yacht with the Russia spies had made it to the Thames Estuary
But special K wouldn’t let it get away and he caught it entering the north sea
He swam up close to the boat underwater so he couldn’t be seen
But beneath the waves he heard the sound of a machine it was a Russian submarine
Now the Russian sub would rise above the surface and sit on the sea
And the spies on the boat were now very close to passing secrets to the KGB
Then John Blythe saw something in the water and went to take a closer look
But the Russian spy got a nasty surprise when Special K hit him with a right hook
Special K flew out of the water and landed on the deck of the boat
And he hit John Blythe and Donald Hooper with a karate chop each to the throat
Ted Hicks now jumped on the u-boat and the sub prepared to dive
But Special K couldn’t let them get away and he climbed on board for the ride
Ted Hicks was in the sub and Special K was outside as it dived beneath the surface of the sea
And if the KGB got the top secret plans England would not be free
As the sub sunk below the ocean depth Special K was holding his breath
He didn’t give a damn for here was a man who did not believe in death
He swam to the submarines hatch and ripped it open with his bare hands
The water flooded in and in he would swim to retrieve the top secret plans
The Russian sailors and the spy Ted Hicks all grappled with Special K
But he beat them up with karate chops and kung fu kicks and swam out of the sub and away
Special K had saved the day he’d killed 3 Russian spies and sank a submarine
He swam to the shore then ran to Whitehall then to Buckingham Palace to meet with the Queen
“Hip hip hooray for Special K you’ve saved me and my country”
“I think you’re absolutely fab would you like to stay for tea?”
“Phillip’s cooking he does a mean kebab oh please tell me you’ll stay”
“I’m sorry Lizzy but I’m a bit busy perhaps some other day”
“She must be very special who is this lucky girl?”
“I can’t remember her name but she’s just been crowned Miss World”
With that Special K was away to a nightclub in the West End
To meet the newly crowned Miss World her twin sister and her best friend
And the 4 of them would then go back to his penthouse pad
Special K was A.K.A. Jack the lucky lad
© Dean Cooper Elston
Wednesday 22nd October 2008 - Friday 20th March 2009
ONE EYED JACK
It was 1723 in the Caribbean sea
In history known as the golden age of piracy
Where many ships were looted some were even sank
And pirates just for kicks made captive sailors walk the plank
And Blackbeard was no more for this legendary outlaw
Had met his death in battle on foreign shore 5 years before
But in little than a year a one eyed buccaneer
Had plundered ships and filled the Caribbean sea with fear
Just the mention of his name would make a hardened sailor scared
Not since the days of Blackbeard had a pirate been so feared
Across one eye he wore a patch where once stabbed with a knife
Known as one eyed Jack he had no value for life
A devil of a man who wore a hook upon his hand
He led a murderous band of buccaneers outlaws in every land
On foreign shores on golden sand there was a price upon each head
The British Royal navy would not rest until these men were dead
One eyed Jack Wild had had a very perturbed life
A disturbed only child he’d self harm with a knife
His disciplinarian drunken Father would often beat his Mum
And violently he’d use his fists on his frightened son
So when his Mother died Jack then ran away to sea
On HMS Hunter but he’d hate authority
So he formed a mutiny against the captain of the ship
And the loyalty of the crew was a 50 50 split
In the battle that commenced a loyal sailor with a sword
Was to severe Jack’s hand it then fell off the blood then poured
The ships Captain Crane was then to stab him in the eye
But this was not enough for one eyed Jack refused to die
Now insane with pain one eyed Jack would take revenge
Captain Crane would now be slain and meet a gruesome end
Sailors loyal to the flag were killed and thrown to sea
The rest joined one eyed Jack and lived a life of piracy
These mutineers turned buccaneers attacked a ship at will
The women on board they’d rape the men on board they’d kill
The blue seas of the Caribbean were often tainted red
And washed up on the golden shores were many a severed head
And now 6 British navy ships were sent to look for Jack
With strict orders from the Admiralty that they shall not come back
Without his severed head or the proof that he was dead
And the ex HMS Hunter sunk to the seabed
So in the Caribbean sea the Hunter was now the hunted
It was sighted by the navy as a violent storm erupted
The blues skies of the Caribbean were filled with clouds of black
The pirates led by one eyed Jack were now under attack
The sound of canons roared as lightning flashed across the sky
Sailors were thrown overboard by waves a mile high
Many were to die as the canon fire raged
The Hunter was surrounded no escape could be made
One eyed Jack stood fearless with a maniacal grin
As the British navy sailors climbed on board to tackle him
Each sailor drew his sword knowing Jack refused to die
Jack would now attack a look of evil in his eye
He wouldn’t come alive they’d have to kill him dead
A very wealthy prize would be Jack’s severed head
In the battle that commenced many sailors met their death
Of all the pirates on the Hunter only Jack was left
Then from the sky a bolt of lightning struck the Hunter’s deck
Fire engulfed the masts of this soon to be shipwreck
With the Hunter sinking fast the sailors now abandoned ship
But Jack stood to the last and now beneath the waves he’d slip
Of the 6 Royal navy ships only 2 came home
The other 4 sank to the sea floor in that violent storm
And the sailors that survived on the 2 ships that came back
All now testified to the death of 1 eyed Jack
And how they watched the Hunter sink beneath the waves of the sea
But now the Admiralty would face another mystery
For in the Caribbean sea when a storm brings clouds of black
They say the Hunter rises from the waves on deck stands one eyed Jack
They say this ghost ship then attacks beneath the lightening of a storm
Frightening is the tale told by the few that made it home
What became of 1 eyed Jack would remain a mystery
But the truth is out there somewhere in the Caribbean sea
© Dean Cooper Elston
Wednesday 3rd December 2008 - Sunday 15th March 2009
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF DONALD WHITE 8th OCTOBER 1928 - 7th APRIL 2009 R.I.P.
In loving memory of Donald White
An inspiration a guiding light
With your words you did not preach
With your actions you would teach
You showed me a better way to live
If you were wronged you would forgive
The worst of us you did not judge
You’d greet us all with warmth and love
Everything’s just for today
You might be gone but I’ll not stray
You light the way from up above
Goodnight my friend sleep tight with love
And fellowship, Dean x
Donald White Monday 8th October 1928 - Tuesday 7th April 2009 Rest In Peace -
JAMES (JIMMY) LAURENCE COOPER ELSTON. DAD 15/6/1946-14/2/2009 R.I.P.
Current mood:
On Tuesday 10th February my Dad got rushed into hospital. He was 62 and has had emphysema for 8 years. He was diagnosed with pneumonia. Wednesday night when I left him he was on oxygen but was in quite good spirits. I got a phonecall Thursday morning telling me to get straight up the hospital. I got there an hour later and was heartbroken to see the deteriation. He was close to death but managed to fight his way back and it was looking like he might just might against the odds make a recovery. Friday morning I got the same phonecall so I rushed to the hospital and once again he was close to death but again managed to hold on. Saturday 14th February I got to the hospital at 2 p.m. and he was now sedated. My step mother, aunties, uncles and cousin were there with him. I had a slot booked at St. Gregory for 7.20 to perform poetry my 2nd gig. I left with the intention of returning straight after the gig and staying through the night with him. 5 minutes before I was due on I got a phonecall to get to the hospital. My poetry was only for 10 minutes so I stayed and did my set. I got to the hospital 5 minutes after he died. I was there for him the last few days but I wish I was there at the end. I've got to be strong for my younger brothers James 27, Laurence 16, and Rory 10. I'm proud to call Jimmy Elston my Father. I love you Dad and I'll always miss you. x
distraught
In loving memory of my Father "Jimmy" James Laurence Cooper Elston
You were my Father I was your eldest son
There were a few bad times but there was also lots of fun
No matter what I done you wouldn’t turn your back on me
If I was not innocent you’d except my guilty plea
Feelings and emotions were just things you didn’t do
But if I ever needed help I could always count on you
You were my personal financer for interest free loans
I made sure I paid you back to cease your dry sarcastic moans
It makes me feel happy to know you were proud of me
Even if I had to find out mostly through a 3rd par-tee
When I meet you on the other side I’ll put the kettle on
But if you’re thirsty make your own tea ‘cos you could be waiting long
I’ll look out for Laurence, James and Rory ’cos I’m their big bruv
I miss you Dad goodnight God bless sweet dreams sleep tight with love
Dean xxx
A eulogy for my Father which I read at his funeral
He was Jimmy my Dad my old man
For work he’d drive a dirty white van
He’d always take a gallon of tea
He was the boss I was the employee
He’d say “make sure you be at mine no later than 8”
If I was ever on time Dad would get up late
But I’d normally be late and when I got to his home
I’d be greeted with a filthy look and a deep voiced moan
We use to argue like cat and dog
Sometimes the atmosphere was as thick as fog
And he’d kept a suit with flared trousers from the 1970’s
I cut them into shorts to use for work and he was not pleased
He was without a doubt the best plasterer in the world
If it was an Olympic sport my Dad would get gold
And a round of golf my Dad would adore
18 holes would take him 4
Hours but at least 4 more he’d spend
In the 19th hole with his friends
And he wasn’t exactly Sevy Ballesteros
Although he’d like to think that he was
He was an armchair Anfield football fan
Like Rory he was a mighty reds Liverpool man
He’d take Rory to play football Thursday night and Sunday morning
He’ll be watching from above and he’ll be proud when Rory’s scoring
And he’ll be hoping Laurence and Rory both do well at school
“Not like James and Dean pair of bleedin’ fools”
And he wasn’t the kind of man who would show his feelings
But there was something about him that people found appealing
He was a gentleman who had a lot of respect
He was very well liked by everyone he met
He wasn’t Casanova but he had a certain charm
He was very laid back he was cool and calm
And I remember when it was bedtime when I was just a little lad
He’d say “it’s up the boudoir time” I’d say “but why Dad?”
“Because I said so ah hah I said so”
That’s how my Dad use to go
And when Laurence was a toddler he got Dad’s wallet
And took out the money and put it down the toilet
I said “Dad he’s got your money” he looked up in horror from the settee
“Laurence” he said and he was in that toilet faster than Linford Christie
And my Dad suffered from an allergy
He was allergic to making a cup of tea
“Put the kettle on boy” that’s what he use to say
And he’d repeat those words all throughout the day
He normally weighed around 13 stone
But he’d be 14 stone with the hairspray on
And I’d walk in the bathroom after he’d sprayed his harmony
I couldn’t breathe I’d have to leave the fumes were to much for me
He was always immaculate very sharply dressed
Whenever he left the house he’d always look his best
Before he went out he had a little check list
“Eyebrows, moustache, is there something that I missed”
If he was walking home through a hurricane
They’d be trees blowing around but his hair would look the same
He was my personal financer for an interest free loan
I made sure I paid him back otherwise he’d moan
I was always very loud I’d be making a sound
Dad would turn round and say “keep it down”
And it makes me feel happy to know that he was proud of me
Even if I had to find out through a 3rd par-tee
He loved his sons, me, Laurence, Rory and James
And it won’t be the same not seeing him again
We love you Dad and we miss you to
And there won’t be a day that we don’t think of you
But we’ll treasure very dearly the memories that we have
Of the man that we loved the man that we called Dad -
POETICAL STORIES
IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY
The rain was pouring down darkness ruled the night time skies
The weary traveller sought a resting place to close his eyes
Soaking wet freezing cold and lost amongst the trees
The forest held a presence a disturbing entity
The traveller was tired he laid down on the ground
He felt that he was not alone was sure he heard a sound
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Thunder clashes lightning flashes startled him with fright
He had an eerie feeling there was something in the night
A bolt of lightning struck a tree and lit the way ahead
Then the traveller to his horror thought of what an old man said
If you go down to the woods today don’t go in alone
There’s something lurking in the trees that won’t let you go home
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A shiver ran right down his spine his body gripped with fear
His mind was running riot was there something lurking near?
What’s that sound it’s all around it’s closing in on me
I feel an evil in this forest alive in each and every tree
Wearily he rose and he stood up on his feet
Determined to get home and that this forest he would beat
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He came across a cabin and it seemed no one was home
Then all around the trees he heard a terrifying moan
He ran into the cabin put a bolt across the door
Then heard a thumping coming from below the wooden floor
He found a cellar door and he opened it to see
A woman with her back to him she called his name “Ashley”
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I’ve been waiting for you I’ve been so alone
Now you’re here you’re going nowhere welcome to your new home
You can never leave you’re here for eternity
Welcome to the evil dead we’re your new family
The woman turned and showed her face she was an evil witch
Well Ashley do you love me “get away you ugly bitch”
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He ran into the forest but the branches of the trees
Came to life and dragged him inside “you can’t leave me Ashley”
The traveller was trapped the forest his new home
If you go down to the woods today you will hear him moan
If you go down to the woods today don’t go in alone
There’s something lurking in the trees that won’t let you go home
© Dean Cooper Elston Friday 29th February 2008
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REEFER MADNESS
If I smoke a reefer I’ll be space walking
And incoherent rambling mumbo jumbo bullshit talking
And everyone I meet I’ll be addressing them as man
And paranoid if parked outside my home I see a van
Could it be the KGB the CIA or MI5?
Are they after me? They won’t take me alive
Quickly get inside don’t pick up the phone
I bet they’ve hid a bugging device somewhere in my home
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But how did they get in? The door has not been forced
I bet the landlord let them in he’s one of them of course
Now it’s making sense he’s got those shifty eyes
He doesn’t arrange to collect the rent he turns up by surprise
And if he left the device the bug where would it be?
Could it be a hidden camera are they watching me?
This place is not safe quick get out of here
Who’s that guy across the street does he not know it’s rude to stare
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I bet he’s one of them okay chill out be cool
Don’t let him know you’re onto him you’ll soon shake off this fool
Walk a hundred paces then bend down to tie a lace
And if he’s still behind you then walk at a faster pace
Hang on who’s that up ahead is it one of them?
My God they’re bloody everywhere these secret agent men
Wait that’s not a man it’s just an innocent old lady
Well if she is so innocent then why’s she acting shady?
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No matter where I go they’ve got their agents watching me
I know I’ll go down to the woods and hide behind a tree
Soon it will be dark they won’t find me in here
What’s that bloody growling could it be a grizzly bear?
Oh know it’s getting near shit what shall I do?
Oh thank God it’s just a poodle go on get out shoo
Now if these secret agents have got every man
Looking for me I must come up with a cunning plan
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What was that it sounded like the rustling of leaves?
Could there be a maniac with an axe amongst these trees?
Or maybe lots of zombies oh shit the living dead?
Michael Myers, Jason Vortees or that Kruger geezer Fred?
Oh please God help me just get me through tonight
I promise I won’t smoke no more I swear I’ve seen the light
That was a public information film on the dangers of smoking Cannabis
Men and women, boys and girls beware of reefer madness
© Dean Cooper Elston Saturday 29th March 2008
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THE BEAST OF MOUSEHOLD HEATH
Mousehold Heath in Norwich was a quiet city forest
Where everyday folk would stroll butchers, builders, dentists, florists
Courting couples hand in hand would walk amongst the trees
With a prison in the middle you’d see 1 or 2 escapees
And most of these escapees were never to be found
It’s rumoured they were killed and eaten by a fearsome hound
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This forest held a legend inside there hid a fearsome beast
The legend known to locals as The Beast Of Mousehold Heath
Over many years many prisoners escaped
And most did not return they vanished without trace
Norfolk’s top detective was put onto the case
Sherlock Moans of Bethel Street would soon come face to face
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With a beast so cold and cunning and ruthless in it’s wake
Just it’s mention to his colleagues in their boots these men would quake
Then news came through 4 cons had fled Her Majesty’s Knox Road
So Sherlock Moans and colleagues with Alsatians now would go
Deep into the heath under darkness of the night
Fear gripped these hardened Police as a full moon shined so bright
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A terrifying scream could be heard off in the distance
Then Moans and co were on the scene in what seemed like an instant
3 cons came rushing through the trees their faces filled with fright
These 3 scared escapees had seen a terrifying sight
“It’s illuminated white but don’t be fooled this dog is evil”
Then Moans and co were met by what seemed like a harmless poodle
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“What’s the bloody fuss” said Moans “are you pulling my leg”
Then the killer poodle pounced biting off a Policemen’s head
In a killing frenzy this evil beast did strike
Only Sherlock Moans was to survive that night
He never made no sense again his black hair turned to white
Moans had gone insane never again would he see light
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Of day for he was locked away in a psychiatric ward
With his imaginary friends he never did get bored
Talking incoherently his moods were always manic
Screaming “keep that dog away” he’d break into a panic
So if you go out walking up on Mousehold Heath
Don’t be fooled by a white poodle for that creature is the beast
© Dean Cooper Elston Friday 11th April 2008
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THE LEGEND
They’d been driving all day it was now late at night
Two couples were returning home no other cars in sight
In the middle of nowhere miles from the nearest town
Lightning lit the night time sky thunder was all around
There was Fred behind the wheel next to him sat his Michelle
Jack and Sadie in the back about to share a night from Hell
Their car came to a halt down an isolated lane
The petrol tank was empty pouring was the rain
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Midnight was approaching these couples had got lost
Would they see the morning light if so at what cost?
Each could get no signal on their mobile phone
“We’ll have to sleep in here tonight then morning we’ll trek home”
The car was cold and cramped but they drifted off to sleep
Then all four were sharply woken by a terrifying shriek
“Did you here that noise or was I having a bad dream?”
“No I heard it to it sounded like somebody scream”
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“There it is again what in Gods name could it be?”
“Come on Jack you and me we’ll take a look and see”
“We’re scared please one of you stay here” this frightened voice was Sadie’s
“Jack I’ll go alone it‘s probably just a dog with rabies”
“If you’re not back in twenty minutes I’ll come and find you Fred”
“Jack if I’m not back in twenty minutes assume I’m dead”
So Fred got out walked from the car and disappeared from sight
The other three sat nervously a full moon shining bright
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10 then 20 minutes passed still Fred was not back
Concerned his worried girlfriend said “please go find him Jack”
A shiver running down his spine and trembling with fright
Jack stepped from the car and walked alone into the night
30, 40 minutes passed with still no sign of Fred
Jack’s mind was working overtime maybe Fred was dead
Jack stopped in his tracks sensing he was not alone
The hairs on his neck and back stood up as he heard something moan
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He saw a body on the ground was this body Fred?
He couldn’t tell it had been mutilated severed was it’s head
Jack turned and ran away terrified out of his mind
He could hear a snarling sound coming at him from behind
The beast launched an attack Jack went crashing to the ground
Laying helpless on his back staring at this monstrous hound
Terrified by it’s red eyes glaring glowing full of fright
You could hear Jack’s wailing cries echoing into the night
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The beast was now to feast it launched it’s teeth towards Jack's head
Then up behind the beast came Fred with a baton made of lead
He smashed down the led pipe with all his might into it’s back
The beast ran into the night Fred had saved the life of Jack
Who then staggered to his feet gripped with fear terrified
Fred said “let’s get out of here you’re lucky to be alive”
“What was that” said Jack “it was to big to be a dog”
“It was like a hound from Hell please have mercy on us God”
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They ran back towards the car through the darkness of the night
Michelle and Sadie huddled tight they could see two small bright red lights
“What’s that over there it‘s coming closer” said Michelle
Both were struck by fear now they could see the Hound from Hell
It’s red eyes glowing bright they could see it’s fearsome teeth
It’s howling echoed through the night now this beast was to unleash
It’s mighty paws with razor claws smashing at the windscreen
It’s fearsome jaws gnawed at the doors all the girls could do was scream
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At the car the beast did hack launching attack after attack
The screaming girls trapped in the back but to the rescue there was Jack
And Fred armed with the led he smashed it down on the beasts head
Until it fled a trail of red was where the wounded beast had bled
“Come on let’s get out of here we cannot hang around”
“We’ll have to walk until we find a village or a town”
They walked all through the night adrenalin was fuelled by fright
Then with relief came morning light and soon a village was in sight
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As they made their way inside they saw lots of slaughtered sheep
And met a farmer as he testified his story to the Police
The peace of this village had once again been broken
The Legend of the Hound from Hell had once again been woken
This night they’d not forget it would haunt them in their sleep
The sight of that monstrous beast forever buried deep
Inside the mind of Sadie, Jack, Fred and Michelle
The night they met The Legend Of The Hound From Hell
© Dean Cooper Elston Saturday 22nd March 2008
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THE HILL
He seemed a very strange guy did Bill
Who lived in the house on the hill
But they didn’t realize that behind those eyes
Was a mind that was very, very ill
He came from a different town
And the locals didn’t know his background
He only came out when no one was about
After dark he’d tip toe around
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He’d lived with his Father and Mother
His Sister and his twin Brother
But they all died by suicide
With his Grandfather and his Grandmother
He kept himself to himself
He didn’t have a friend in the world
Week after week he did not speak
Alone he was out in the cold
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He grew his own fruit and veg
And kept chickens and a goat in a shed
As the months went bye this disturbed guy
Went further and further off his head
It began when he slaughtered his chickens
And then he moved onto the goat
It gave him a thrill to see blood spill
With a knife he’d cut their throat
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His animals now were dead
With the blood he’d paint his walls red
He’d bake the eyes in his home made pies
And the heads hung above his bed
His sadness had progressed
Into madness now possessed
By a demon intent on being hell bent
On inflicting pain on the rest
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Of the folk in this small town
He’d strike when no one was around
He’d sneak in the home of someone on their own
After dark when the sun went down
He saw the silence of the lambs
And tried to emulate that man
Obsessed with death a fetish for flesh
He made a blood flesh jam
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He cut a name in his arm it was Hannibal
He was now a fully fledged cannibal
His victims he ate with a twisted hate
He’d hunt in the night like an animal
In town was an air of fear
As people began to disappear
As the weeks went bye the list grew high
No trace could be found anywhere
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He’d keep the heads as a prize
And the eyes for his homemade pies
His house stunk of death and rotten flesh
It was crawling with maggots and flies
But more he would have to kill
To satisfy his own sick thrill
He began to take risks and sooner this
Would lead the Police to the house on the hill
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He’d now have to kill in the day
The urge was strong and it wouldn’t go away
His ever growing hate was to seal his fate
And now he’d a price to pay
He’d strike in broad daylight
But his victim put up a fight
She’d kick and scream he fled the scene
Now the Police were to come that night
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They came from all around
And the house on the hill they’d surround
By the time they got inside he’d committed suicide
Slit his wrists in the bath then drowned
This horror story would unfold
But some of it to gory to be told
Of the man that would kill in the house on the hill
For a time could not be sold
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It would be derelict for years
Kids would break inside for dares
They’d run out terrified and the rest of their lives
Would be plagued by sick nightmares
Then 10 years on it would sell
They’d be another story to tell
A couple moved in a new horror would begin
In the house on the hill from hell
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The woman gave birth to a son
Now a new horror was to come
Things weren’t right there were bumps in the night
A new nightmare had begun
She was scared to be left on her own
So her husband quit his job and stayed at home
There were noises in the house something was about
They new they were not alone
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A priest from the parish was called
He saw blood seeping out from the walls
He heard strange noises, demonic voices
And maggots everywhere now crawled
The couple packed up and left
But the woman thought her family was possessed
So she got a loaded gun killed her husband and her son
Then she jumped from a window to her death
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And what became of the house on the hill?
It would remain for a year until
It burned to the ground all the people left town
And now this empty town stood still
Then the houses in the town got sold
There’s now another story to be told
On the land on the hill they’ve started to build
But the workers can’t explain why it’s cold
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5 months they’ve been working on the hill
Everyday another worker falls ill
The boss took his life accidents are rife
So far 5 men have been killed
In their food they find maggots and flies
While they work they hear demonic cries
A water pipe burst blood dispersed
The workers left horrified
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All the workers on the site resigned
But the contractor managed to find
Another bunch of men to replace them
And these apartments have been built as designed
For a first time buyer it’s ideal
These apartments look nice they’ve got appeal
Let me show you inside I’m sure you’ll realize
That the asking price is a steal
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I know it’s cold at the moment there’s a chill
But if you turn up the heating you will feel
So very much at home you’ll never feel alone
You’ll have your own special place on the hill
When can you move in? You can move in straight away.
What are the neighbours like???? Let’s just say.....
They’ll like you..... In fact.... They’ll take care of you....
You can be sure of that..... We’ll all enjoy your stay....
Have a nice day.
And the moral of that story is??????
Never trust an estate agent. They're sneaky fuckers and they'll sell you anything.
© Dean Cooper Elston Sunday 29th June 2008