We say our good nights,
Oblivious to what lurks behind,
Behind the seemingly beautiful,starry sky.
The genital sigh of a willow branch,
As a demon perches,
Silent,
Still,
Dark sadistic humour,
Is growing inside the soulless being,
Thinking of one sleepers dream.
His captive for tonight.
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