The wild wind whistled pass the lonely hill,
as the croaky sound from the bloated toad kept still.
The villagers were in the deep slumber so it seemed.
and the marauding strangers sneaked with ease and calm.

The green grasses swayed side by side in total awe,
as the heavy boots of the marauders trampled upon.
The blurs of the darkness hid their sinister intent,
as they advanced in sheer fury with faces of stone.

The attempt to invade the peace of the innocent about to unfold,
with no...