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The night was cool
The moon was round
Naked and writhing
On sacred ground.Bats and spiders
Decked the halls
As shadows danced
On murky walls.

Easy does it, slow and shy
Then suddenly, the pangs
An innocent, or so thought I
As she drenched her thirsty fangs

Beware the illusion of innocence
That lures you to your prey
You’ll often find a resilience
Be prepared to kneel and pray.