Feasting…gnawing...forbidden
Bathed by the flowing night
You frolic at what is hidden
Fleeting movements that you designed
To cover and reel over
Dark claws raised to spite
Praying not to be discovered
Like a witness to a ghastly sacrifice
I cower…I flounder
As I move to peek from behind
A desecration a great desolation
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