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May 2014
I feel them
There sound
In the shadows
Scurrying around
The monsters are under foot
They wrap around me
Calling me master
Whispering in my ear
There devilish plans
Lets have some fun they beg
They can't go in to the light
But run wild in shadows
I made them
The darkness is inside me
I spawned them
Yes fun I reply as I look at my self
My hands are not mine any more
Hard to the touch and razor sharp
Corrupting every thing I touch
What will we do when the sun sets
I look at them with glowing gold eyes
To see all smile evilly at me
Because they know
Its what ever I want
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
(In the Dark)   
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