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At the crack of dawn

As light shines through

The slithering of tentacles

That slowly leaves you be

Forlorn dreams

Follows the night

Ancient horrors

Comes out of your sleep

Haunted by past

From aeons ago

Travelling through ages

To claw at your soul

Your blood now runs cold

At the onset of night

Ridden by the mare

Once again you descend

Forlorn, still you refuse to awake

To reality, your life is what they take