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I can hear the whistling wind blow around me.

Its tune clear as a tuned flute.

Brings my mind out of my slumber and into the night.

I can hear the betting wings of the night flyers.

I can hear the soft pads of the walking night terrors.

Yet the most dangerous animal and being about,

Is non other then myself.

I am my own enemy.

I am also your enemy.

For I am a creature of the night.

Feeding on your population from now till my death.

I am alone in my quest for food.

We do not hunt in packs.

We do not fly around in silence.

We eat upon human existence and life force.

Yet we age and die like you.

We are nothing more then parasites.

We are what we are.

Children of the night.

Playing our versions of wonder us music.

Adding it all into the they largest Symphony of all.

The Silent Symphony of the Night.

Whispering our chorus’s to the wind.

Whimpering or souls screams unto the air.

Beating blood from your veins are our drums.

In time you will add your voice to ours as well.

Then we will welcome you to the Symphony.

And it will be apart of you and your nightly wonders.