Copyright © 2001 by Andrei Dineev

In night, unseen,
Avoiding light,
You going in,
Not black nor white.

The beasts await,
The guards on stay,
You need to fear,
Or fall as prey.

Behind their backs,
No need for kill,
You sneaking forth,
You love this feel.

The only thing
You know for sure
That very soon
You'll want this more

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