Living our
middle ages,
no freedom,
no love,
no God
this time.
The lights
burn dimly
giving way
to the night
in stories
the wolf sheds
the devil.
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crystals like blood in a broken stone
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Dusk of a new night
with a full moon
night of magic
night of terror
warewolves come out
and eat us
silver and all
silver the moon
silver the teeth
of a screaming mouth.
Come out, come out
and play...
the other, mystical, magical, e.
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