Black agents of the night
Pun shadows of a might
Deal illing to delight
All your bluff rouse my spite
Captains of brute design
Foes all that shade the light
Rain bitter, rain down plight
Dark demons dead to right
Dead center of Earth's blithe
Come strike out the child-like
To pain turn a blind eye
Or you die by your smite
Akpan
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