Luna stalks the dead of night, 
On dreadful shadowed wings.
Cape outstretched in silent flight; 
A hungry wicked wanton thing.
Weary, restless heart strings, 
Plucked by nameless fright, 
Silenced as great Luna sings.
Screeching out her heart's delight; 
Guess who, who, who'll eat you tonight                
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