Night


Creeping crawling midnight black,
Through the window outside back.
Wearing each a cloak of dark,
Depth of shadows where they lark.

Evil spirits burning bright,
Circling round wicked firelight.
Underneath the glowering moon,
Wishing morning would come soon.

Creeping crawling midnight black,
Through the window outside back.
Wearing each a cloak of dark,
Depth of shadows where they lark.

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