Behold the Night

Night, come walk with me

What say you this night?

They Pray.

Seeking sanctuary behind locked doors.

But, nay they be safe,

For I apart of them, They apart of me

Till twilight do us part.

For they art

quaint. Fear me, dos't thou know me?

I, their guardian angel

Nay, I, the anal.

I, consisting of marvelous galaxies

Nay, I the moon, of wreaking cheese.

Misunderstood am I

Behold! the night.

 

 

 

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