Alone upon a foggy night, With waxing moon a ghostly light, Resounded wings. My mind contrived a murders flight, While lack of cawing did rewrite, Infernal things. Resigned to capture budding fright; I drew the curtains snugly tight; My nerves hairsprings. And though a superstitious rite; I wore a cross to non-invite, Undead darklings. ***

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