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The night is dark, a storm rages,

The sky tears up under lightning,

The moon is full, the air frightening,

Monsters await in their cages;

From the castle upon the cliff

It now strangely does seem as if

The world around, sympathetic,

Wants to oppose the synthetic.

Life coursing through electric spears,

Materializing all these fears,

Will it succeed? His nerves are steeled:

Oh but it must! His fate is sealed.

Then suddenly thunder rumbles

And the tall man backwards stumbles

But to nature he will not shrive!

Silently says he: “It’s alive…”.

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