the demons of eastlington
reigning on the badly lit streets of manchester
flying down awkwardly wings almost not sustaining their landing
grinning up at the black sky and hurling objects at houses and stores
citizens run from their houses in shock
Attempting to leave but under the grip of darkness
they may never the whole night turns into the unsafe realm
and all that can be heard was infernal howling
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