Mysterious Night

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The night has come; the people are blind
The wolves are howling; the dogs are growling
Inside their beds, the people lose their minds
In the forest, the wild ones begin to gather

The moon is full, she shines on the black forest
A circle is marked where the faeries dance
Around it ring the wild ones, beneath the moon’s caress
Inside rise the old ones, cradled in their arms the dead

Around them dance the witches, covered in the light
Beside them howl the wild ones, spirit of the beast
Beneath them lie the dead, lost in the night
Beyond them are the old ones, chaos entwined

The moon dies, the shadows wither and fade
The people sleep soundly and wake at the dawn
They do not know what happened in the glade
The sun cannot know what happened in the night

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