In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams, the mistress of owls span her wings, casting a tawny shadow, she always returned to the forsaken nests of the buntings where she looks very scary and might scare you if you have not seen her before
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
She had fallen once making her extensively vigilant, but remember to look when walking pass her tree
With this, the darkness of the night is like a curse upon the people of Kimbase
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