A room
With the fan
Hanging down
And spinning high
A blood thirsty
Bat, mimic
The upturn
In deadly night
Denizen of an
Alien land
Cast a fear
In shadow dark
Whose footsteps
Crack veins, and
Mar the breath
Out of me
With the fan
Hanging down
And spinning high
A blood thirsty
Bat, mimic
The upturn
In deadly night
Denizen of an
Alien land
Cast a fear
In shadow dark
Whose footsteps
Crack veins, and
Mar the breath
Out of me
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