Midnights Cradle/by:Haunted Lunacy

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The night is cruel with
all it brings. 
Dreams of devils 
from the past,
a void from which 
the siren sings,
a haunting echo, the 
witches grasp.  

Trembling deep in
midnights cradle,
rocked ever so gently 
by anxieties hands.
Sleep a distant and 
fading fable, told by a 
god with evil plans. 

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