This is my time,
In the dead of night,
Where demoniac beings,
Corrupt the light.
But, there's something that's different,
The kittens are 'gone',
And it seems for now, only,
That they sing no song.
Where are all of the nightlife?
The creatures of dark?
Where are these witching kittens?
I hear not a hark.
Not a hark or a bark,
Nor a deadly remark,
It seems all of my friends,
Went from kitten to snark.
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