He is made of shadow and of hollowed earth,
forever walks this unforgiving earth.
Feel pity for such a creature as he.
A creature of night and of brooding blood,
take from what was not to be taken.
A greedy soul he is,
a creature of habit and of creed
forever feeds from soul and vain.
Living not tell mornings light
before the dawn feels no delight,
as brooding crudely before the light,
his shadow bends none to daylight.
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