A chill air awoke me,
And I pulled my blankets tight.
The booze was running strong,
It had been a good night.
I felt sick and tried to sleep again,
Relaxed and breathed a sigh.
The room was dark and silent,
But I could still taste the rye.
I laid dazed and lazy,
But something was not right.
I felt the need to investigate,
The darkness in that night.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes,
And looked over the site
When I didn't see anything,
A fear crept up inside.
I knew something was wrong,
In this time of the night.
Now I want to know,
Every bit and every bite.
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