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Come hither, don’t tether
The night time approaches
The dark veil falls
So grab your torches
The last kiss of sun
Glows like a dwindling flame
The shadows stretch deeper
Grab your incense & wolfsbane
The magic of the night
Seeks to banish the days pain
Set alit your intentions
To wash with the mornings rain
Jaknoir is the one
Who looks over this rite
Approach him with intent
Or he will give you a fright
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