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In the Dead of the Night

In the dead of the night, words are whispered under pale moonlight.
Fallen leaves swirl in macabre dance, as fate aligns with random chance.
In the dead of the night, ravens take wing in silent flight.
Winds howl a mournful tune; fading hope is gone too soon.

In the dead of the night, hearts pound madly in nameless fright.
Autumn air turns suddenly cold; what lurks in silence grows more bold.
In the dead of the night, bolster your courage, nameless fears fight.
Darkness deepens to inky black; what once was banished is now back.

In the dead of the night, what once was hidden shambles into sight.
Ghastly horror now holds sway; primordial evil wants to...play.
In the dead of the night, breath comes shallow as chest becomes tight.
Nightmare creatures seeks new prey; nightmare creature seeks to slay.

In the dead of the night, none are aware of your fearsome plight.
Stand and fight, or run and hide, none shall be there at your side.
In the dead of the night, you face pure evil of supernatural might.
Awaken from this dream while you may, lest your corpse alone greet the morning day.


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