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In the night

In the dark

When you dream

All is stark

And the curtain parts at last

In the place

Where you are

You hear a voice

So bizarre

It's guttural cloying words

You wish for warmth

And relief

Still you dodge

Phantom teeth

And you quail in the clinging mist

You seek escape

And you flee 

But those frights

Were not me

Behold the demon, Thou.