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Darkness cloud-like
rolling westward
shrouding stalkers
and night hunters.

Moving mists and curling
branches present
views of
gothic slumber.

Empty headstones
fallen tombstones,
glowing faintly
in the night.

Shrouded moonlight
pouring o'er
me and my kin
silver light.

Silently now
we prowl slowly
through the alley
ways and streets.

Suddenly now
we are with you
we close in
deliver peace.

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