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Creatures of Darkness
Dark clouds course across the moon,
Lightning flares a ragged gash;
Pelting rain becomes a stinging lash.
Deep underground in crypt cold cave
Lurk monstrous creatures, hunger's slave.
Enticed by the eerie moonless night
They venture forth, a chilling sight.
Driven from the surface long ages ago;
Dwelling in ravenous hunger fathoms below.
Yet on darkest night they hunt once more;
Eager to feast on tasty mortal gore.
So should you encounter a storm swept night,
And consider a stroll to experience the sight;
Beware what monstrosities the light holds at bay,
And await the dawning of another day.