Agent for
Dracula-shaped night things:
And weird things
That in late red sunset
Already strike.
The verses flow
The verses flow
So does the chant
To-night
For now the dusk
Be fleeing.
And the sun –
The sun is gone long
Ago.
The waters getting
Dark
Swish the night fugue.
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