The Dying Season
thieves guild local 42
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Through the dark night, like an owl he comes
With no sound from his boots on the pavement
In the moonlight, he comes
He comes
In the half-light of the dying Autumn moon
Like a dagger that punctures your being
The wind stirs and cuts you to the bone
Like the flies that buzz around your head tonight
He crawls
Like a song, that never ends
Like a knife, he's back again
Through the dark night, like an owl he comes
With no sound from his boots on the pavement
In the moonlight, he comes
He comes
Through the half-light, never to leave again
Like a knife, never to leave again