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Tell me whose tell, tell eyes pierce beneath the shadows. Long it drips a pointed ray, like fire stained with red. Though it screech to the elbow grind, an irry sound makes leary to a soul. Borded with fear I feel the pain, of each victim lay dying. Blood drinched, a clawing, taking life with one stroke. A sorrows cry in the dead of night, awaits upon the beast breath to feed. It is said a humans toll lay path to a life paid, and in the dark where evil roam, be sure to turn on the light. For in the pasture of grazing sand, a graveling feast to choke the living. Throw it back, oh bulging eyes lay closed to dying. Whence under a tempred moon, the night hailed a cloud of smoke, and from within the flames of doom that torched the very soul. Mirrored without pain, the eaters of the dead.