He came up to the window , in the mist
As I seem him often before
But it was solid then, not a ghost
And it's eyes where fears
Like a mans when angry
He was laughing
When he turned to look back of the built of trees
Clinching in the moonlight
Toward those where barking
And then, he began promising me thing
Not by words, but by doing them
Have you seen at all full din of hellishing for me
Where the very moonlight alive
Will Chris Lee ships
And every speck of dust that worlds in the wind
A devoted monster in embryo
Listen to them, the children of the night
What music they make
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