The night is here.
It leaves dark shadows in its wake.
The rising moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle down for sleep.
But the wise owl opens
its yellow eyes in defiance
to glare at those who creep in the night.
Who are these shadows that interfere
with the peace of the night?
Who dare to leave dead bodies
in their nightly path?
Hide ye beyond your closed
doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.



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