Among the pines,
they gather.
The spirits of the night,
dark and lusting to fight.
Preying upon innocent passers-by,
Around their heads they fly,
giving fright,
and a cause for flight.
They give chase,
for a short bit,
but retreat into the darkness,
just as quick as they emerge.
This I must confess,
for I have seen it myself.
The spirits of the night,
they are not to be taken lightly.
Mischievous gremlins of the wood,
listen to me and do as you should -
avoid them at all costs,
especially during mid-night frosts.
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