How they live

The day starts with a howl
When the world can no longer watch itself
Cursed is the blood of a fowl
When men abandon their bodies to lands unknown
From dreams, we scowl
Knowing the moon awaits us
With every anticipated growl
Before I am restored as an elf
Devour the feeble as they cowl

LARDO

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