The pitch black night,
the water drips from roses petal,
left from the thunder storm that echoes through the enternal night,
the bright lightning disapears into darkness,
the wind whistling in the tall grass,
the wolves haunting howl,
people scared in their beds,
shadows moving with great haste along the ground with the round silver moon,
everything quite untill the first sight of golden rays...
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