Merging with grey,
Loves only night.
Daggers drag
against hardened cement.
Enemy of day,
blemish upon white.
Teeth that should be crushed
are sharpened.
Contrarian of light,
Ingredient of the afraid.
Wings that can be read,
their shapes absorbed into tarmac
Concealed from sight,
The human soul it's prey
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