Ravenous at dusk, a cripple subtly walk
It's shadow tall betrays the darkest of call
By the moonlight frenzy filled, only flesh is its will
Under its cloak a massive crook
Passionately fixing its artificial stick, waiting for next victim to fall in
Worms slither in wisps, as it whistle it's viciuos thrills
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