Night Whisper
A vicious spell has been cast
into a black cauldron to boil
Trouble and toil attempts to spoil
The snake is beginning to uncoil
He will keep you up late reeling in hate
continually accepting the dangling bate
Post twelve o’clock chime precisely timed
his louring voice will play games
behind the candles flickering flames
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