|In the dead of night by a lamp so bright
sits a creature of shadow and eyes of light.
Difficult to see, but impossible to miss,
it lingers about on nights such as this.
To tread too close would not be wise;
it will pounce as soon as you blink your eyes.
You could turn to run, but you wouldn't get far.
It would be right behind you; its mouth ajar.
In an instant you would be no more
than a shadow of who you were before.
Your eyes would become light and your body grow dim,
and on the next night you would be just like him;
forced to wait forevermore
for the next poor soul to ignore this lore.
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