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"What a beautiful night"  I purred. 'what a beautiful tune' I added silently. It, they, where filled with unmistakeable darkness, perfectly black. The moon was painted with blood. It stood high in the sky, shining, tinting darkening everything around me. The song was also tainted by blood. It had many sharp turns and edges, with frightening, gloomy feel to it. "Dark are the streets, gloom creeping out of the walls." I sang The dark forest before me only increased the night's beauty. It was well passed eleven O'clock, maybe twelve, and upon returning from  a friend's house, I decided to take the forest's path home. And with my trusty I