Welcome inside this coil,
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Mortal and proud, complicated gear,
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This diligent sweat smelt black toil,
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Barren and vain in it's petty fears
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Night comes down and captures them all... fall!
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Now in this noiseless dark air
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Sparks are glares and rustles are dins
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While the warm wind is swaying my hair
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A fright inauspitious begins:
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Here, under this omniscient still,
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Something intensely grows-
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No sound just thrill
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Night- bird of prey who gazed below
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In menacing shape, savagely
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Up on an eminence, quickly saw
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Prey that slept in it's fantasies
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Then apace
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Domineering one
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Finished the chase,
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Exulting in grim fun
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And flew to let the sun...
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Daylight gifted the rays of truth
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Rushing suddenly like a flood
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All the fowlers knew none of course
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They saw no traces but the blood
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A trifling, trifling epitaphic loss
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For those protecting life
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And for those,
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Endless those who raise the Christian Cross
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Against Conqueror Night
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Conqueror Night
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| End Zone |
