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Above the frosted lands....
Down sinks the sun,
the day is undone,
lost to the stronger night,
once again the stars alight.
From the shadows begins to spill,
the life of spirits once laid still.
Up and up they lurch from the snow,
Wrestling with the star's dim glow
Multiple colors all in an array
Swirling and twirling to banish the day.
Bringer of night, bringer of night.
Call forth the one who haunts us the most.
From the faint ghosts rises a face,
Hardly tangible, yet still there's a trace.
And from the ice, out pops a head
One that has long since been dead.
He scrambles on out, the spirits align,
Reshaping a face much more divine.
Forward he lurches, unused to the limbs,
Finding a much tougher struggle begins.
Forgotten are the days he strode on the earth,
Far too long he has wasted below in the dirt.
Large and cunning, the pegasus of night,
Black and bedazzled with small shining light.
A smile crowns his lips, cheerful with glee,
Finding too ladies to play with you see,
Elegant and handsome, a jackal at heart,
Approaching the racists in the dark.
"My ladies, what an evening I bring,
Does it not make your heart beautifully sing?"
Bringer of night, bringer of night,
Let's show these girls the meaning of fright.
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