As the day ends,
and the night fades in...
As the moon shines,
and there's gentle wind...
As the shadows grow,
and the darkness grins,
I step back,
and watch the strange begin.
With keen sight,
through the night, I see.
What crawls out
may try to frighten me.
From my mind, I bleed
of what I soon may be.
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