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Creatures move in the night,
Looking for that light.
It will give them power,
And make them even more sour.
But hooded figure come to play,
And kill the creatures before the day.
The creatures' coward in fear,
As the figures get near.
One by one the creatures fall,
At the hands of the figures that make the call.
The figures fid the light,
And head back home for a restful night.
i really dont have a name to give this. i got the idea of rewriting it in the middle of one of classes, so i wrote it. hope you like it.
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Rosalen-sama