Little maligned creature of sinful murky night,
Misunderstood, by the even murkier men in spite,
Who know not how to really look, nor even hear,
For you little my little bat, I shed my unseen tear.
Garbed in ebony-pearled and soft silken cape,
In gossamer skinned wing you´re gently draped,
Of gold-chipped & flinted eyes that twinkly shine,
Unheard by us, chanting gospels that softly whine.
With razored claws cleansing & scrying scary night,
Across diamonded & onyxed sheet in sonic flight,
Dipping & sipping, little dark & magnificent friend,
As into the black darkness you melt & deeply blend.
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