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When the dark of evening comes;

And day-walkers sink to sleep;

Then creatures of the night awaken;

To hunt and take their keep.

Of all the misery the moon can bring;

All night-creatures see is joy.

For when the moon is at her fullest;

She brings Chaos, her charming boy.

When Chaos feels he wants to play;

All creatures shiver with fear.

For when Chaos comes this way;

Nothing is left but blood tears . . .

What is a man?

For what is a vampyre without his fangs;

Or a were-wolf without his fur?

What is a warlock without his wand;

Or a witch without her broom?

Man is a being stripped of talents;

With one last purpose remaining:

To change.