Crawling through the midnight,

Howling pierces ear,

Eyes in the moonlight,

Wires everywhere,

Prawling through the shadows,

Murmers from afar,

Dashing through the homelands

Home is still quite far

A screach owl dives towards me,

Death is in her claws,

Attacker that lurks above,

One could now forsee,

How dead I truly was

Men forget morals

We mate without a cause

Soon to be crushed

These mortal flaws

No one to protect us

The world is at loss

By Ryan Athony Gibson 1994

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