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When
you Walk through the Woods
Very
late at Night
Be
very Wary
Upon
this Sight
For
Whenever you Move
It
moves too
Almost
as if
it
knows what you do
Oft
times it's Covered
in
Whisper thin Veils
As
the Wolves howl Softly
and
the Coyotes Wail
Even
the Owls
Upon
Old dead Trees
Bristle
their Feathers
At
the slightest Breeze
For
how can they Know
What
lies ahead?
Amid
the Pale Shadows
Of
Darkness and Dread!
Only
One, can Slay
This Mysterious
Thing
Who
can Soar Through the Night
With
the Absence of Wings
It
Comes from East
In
a Ball of Pure Light
to
push back the Darkness
and
Swallow the Night
Yet
the Battle shall End
At
the Close of the Day
When
the Sun shall Depart
And
let the Moon have its Way...
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