The terror of the night, it wanders walking through the night to ponder should he strike and kill today? shold he simply walk away? everyone has wronged against him everyone must pay for their sin so strikes the terror of the night and kills with his deadly bite Wicked people all are slain while this creature's terror reigns one, then two, then four, then twenty all for him a feast of plenty he relishes each, every bite for him a sweet, tasty delight everybodys hopes are dashed he gets them all, each unabashed then back to his lair he slinks with the stealth of hunter minks all happy, people walk out the door because they are asleep no more and now he sleeps for one more night relinquishing his lethal bite for he knows in his due time he'll be released from people's minds.Birth sign: Leo
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