Night of the Kryll
Long has set the Seran sun,
Not it's time to have their fun.
Kryll, they erupt into skies,
While groundwalkers look up terrified.
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Locust, humans, all's fair game,
The flock from feasting won't refrain.
Those without light are sentenced, doomed,
Those with light avoid the gloom.
…
Eventually will come the dawn,
But for now all are forlorn.
For this is like all Seran nights,
The time when the krill take to flight.
