Under night.

Under the watchful eye of the moon

His feet hit the forest floor.

His steps in tune with his breath.

One . . . two . . . three . . . four.

The sweat trickles down his face,

Falling in his eyes and corrupting his sight.

Yet he continues to run and run.

This will teach him to murder at night.

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