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A shadow moves with a haunting sigh.
A figure cloaked in darkness, with a fearsome stare,
A pale creature emerges, from his hidden lair.
In the dead of night, when the moon is high,

With eyes like burning embers, and fangs so sharp and long,
He prowls the midnight hour, to the tune of a deadly song.
With eyes like burning embers, and fangs so sharp and long,
He prowls the midnight hour, to the tune of a deadly song.

Silent as the grave, he glides through the night,
Seeking out his prey, drawn to fear and fright.
With a touch like ice, and a hunger that won't cease,
He brings eternal darkness, never granting peace.

With a touch like ice, and a hunger that won't cease,
He brings eternal darkness, never granting peace.

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