Trapped foe

A silvery moonlit path guides my way through the howls of the night to a place that non dares to go

Hunting a shadowy foe, within the mounds of obituaries covered in snow

It sneaks and ducks down and low, trying to hide from me is my foe

But I see him well and I track him down and soon the world shall be safe and sound

From the bite of the night that is my foe

I shall bring an end to woe

He is trapped; there is no place to go

But to deaths door as I bring down my blow

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