Ahem, this poem is called night


After a long and fearsome fight,
I notice day is becoming night
I curse and then begin my flight
for an achaen night is a deadly pllight!

The things that hunt throughout the night, ought not be spoke of, execpt in the light
The evil ghast, the vampire that, play with prey just like a cat
the make you think you may get away, but will never lik...er let you see the day!

The city is now appearing on the hirizion, but there! I see two glowing eyes glare!
I to take flight to escape my plight, and evade my pruesuer in the city!

I thank my feet for being fast, for I am home, alive and at last!


Thank you all very much!
(aplaud...please!)

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 243 AF.