Dusk brings ice and bitter cold
With the moon rising into the night sky bold
As stars gleam phosphorescent
While laying on a bed of black
Creatures of night crawl and fly
In search of flesh and blood
To fend off hunger, to feast on raw
They prowl about in search of meat
They growl and howl, crawl and creep
While eyes of Hell's fire stare
From beneath tangled, matted fur
While creatures fly in hopes of dining
Upon fleshy meat and gushing blood
Tis the darkest hour of night
Nis is the time to run for your life
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A Day in the life of an Outcast Butterfly
Everyone knows that butterflies migrate from north to south every year. But what happens when one butterfly strays from the rest. When that butterfly chooses to be different and not fit in. To see over things then it had already seen. But when that b
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