From the Diaries of Lord Kellington.....Entry One
Whispers of the dawn rush to meet me each morn.
They taunt and tease me
"Morning is not long to come. Your time to play does run out"
Alsa. That is true. My time in the night is short.
So I must hurry.
Shall I prowl the night as I? Or shall I don a disguise?
Once I think on it, either way does not matter.
There will be no eyes. None that see after my kiss.
So sweet and gentle that sip
It takes just a glance and the other night dwellers know to avoid me.
They sense that death comes with me.
Why...They could not be more right.
I will choose swiftly.
Swiftly so that I may go dance.
Ah! the night is my playground
and truth be told...I love it!
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