In the still of night, when all is dark,
This creature stirs, with a lonely hark.
It moves about, with a graceful pace,
But is met with fear, and a fearful face.
It's not the vampire, of legend and lore,
With its blood-thirsty ways, forever more.
It's not the predator, of human kind,
But a lonely soul, with a tortured mind.
So let us not fear, this nocturnal friend,
But understand, it's not our end.
It's just another part of nature's scheme,
A misunderstood creature, a part of a dream
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