Acursed are those who prowl the night Lifeless and forlorn Leaving their earthly bowers
Haunting from dusk till dawn Alone they search the grave yard Leaving no stone unturned Lamenting over the memory Of the life that they had spurned Windows close behind them Shutting out the light
Evening shadows beckoning Voices whispering in the night Echoing each lonely plight.
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