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A demon must awake
After the fall of day,
And with dark come what may
As we stand in its wake.
The creature is reborn
Each night under the stars
Full of hate, full of scorn,
Exceeding even ours,
It lies in the shadow,
Oh, just out of our sight
Feeding on intense light,
Calm and pretty as snow,
Waiting for its moment
Cold and deadly serpent…
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