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The Blackness I Prowl

I’m a breath of hazy dells,
And my name is violence
Toxemia inflames me
As midnight draws near
Don’t call me
Oh don’t call me

It was a windy blue even
Under the leafless tree they met
She kissed the man's brow and laced
Her slight arms around
His waist

/«Now monsters fierce and fell
In this shady forest dwell
On human blood and flesh they feed
Wolfish form assume at need/
So it’s too dangerous to meet here»

I prowl beneath the whispering clouds
Hatred, desperation, loneliness
Excitement, fear and a challenge

See, the sun has sunk from sight,
Left the world to a hungry night

The beast that you fear is here
Share the same blackness with me
The Blackness we prowl