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Breathing in the crisp, cold autumn air

Nostalgic thoughts and memories surround this time of year

Excitement grows in children with the changing of the leaves

Green to yellow orange and red then falling from the trees

Frightful tales and urban legends told around the fires

But whispers of unsightly truths are heard amongst the lies

A shift in wickedness persists within these dead, old woods

At dusk its best to be at rest, safe in your neighborhood

Stirring with the setting sun we rise

Stimulated, reawakened, revived

Our plight invokes likeminded kind

Regenerated and drawn into the night

Blight of alluring darkened majesty

Beckoning to lure us out to see what we can see

As the shadows lengthen under foot, we leave

And Venture out to do our nightly deeds

Roaming through the moonlit streets we creep

Lurking in the backroads and darkened alleyways unseen

When the daylight walkers lay asleep

The night gives way to chaos when the wolves give way to sheep

Savage brood known for being so unbelievably cruel

Waiting to ambush any and all unwitting fools

Many a fair maid lost her jewels to our trade

Many a young fool shed his lifeblood on our blades

Stirring with the setting sun we rise

Stimulated, reawakened, revived

Our plight invokes likeminded kind

Regenerated and drawn into the night

Blight of alluring darkened majesty

Beckoning to lure us out to see what we can see

As the shadows lengthen under foot, we leave

And Venture out to do our nightly deeds