Dark Skies

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When the skies become dark,

demons come out to play,

and dance around houses burning down.

We like to run around causing mahem in the night.

We whisper nightmares,

into sleeping childrens ears,

and find horor enticing.

The night is a time of pleasure,

for monsters and demons a like.

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