''nightstalker''
when the sun descends, from its sky throne
birds return from where they've flown;
darkness comes and swallows the lands
it stretches it cold tenebrous hands
and blankets the sky with its dark strands
in the wee little hours of twilight,
the eagle descend from its lofty flight;
awakes the one, not man nor beast
to stalk its prey, to have its feast..
in a veil of mist, in the sky it looms
o'er houses, above sleeping men's rooms;
through the walls it passes
through the windows with painted glasses.
its drawn to the scent of young tots dreaming,
in moonlit rooms their faces gleaming.
the black shroud will steal their breath
and will seal their untimely death..
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