Gary Hobostein
Emperor of the Night
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Emperor of the Night

When darkness falls,

all the filth of the city becomes one with the clean.

I move through the shadows,

swiftly and smoothly, avoiding the light.

Slowly I draw myself closer,

Behind you, your breast within sight of my blade.

The dank blackness penetrates,

A horrifying smell indeed.

I have just crop dusted you.

It was Indian food for lunch, now gaseous.

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