my fangs poke out,

there still needs to be life

beneath the holes and the night.

not shadow,

not light,

never so bright,

down in hollows,

below follows,

in the dead of the night,

the ones that burns bright,

dance circles over the ground,

and grant great peace

to all those around.

bloke is a mask that scares me, alright,

guy never really tells me,

but dude is blessed by the fae.

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