The dark is not, through and through
Evil personified.
Owl's pinpricks of good intent
Stick out; soft moon-eyed.
And for what, day, outfaced is
Too fiercely intrusive
More any ghoulish horror
Eats away at the nerves
Does it, for what such preserves
A safe refuge give.
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