The Master tell

the trio lay..
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
As day broke returned, to a mistress: he must obey
For might of master, it might waste away.
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
If what he's hunting, is blind to his hypno way
So all fear night falls calls, for the shall pass away
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
As day broke returned, to a mistress: he must obey.
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Sonnet'ed version.

Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
When nights shadow falls, he's up in air and flying
Daybreak return he to Mistress: he must obey
For might of master, it might surpass her passing.

When what he's hunting, is blind to hypnotising
sharp ears are deafened, to all uttered by victims
whilst sharp incisor teeth, in soft white necks attaching
Taking sustenance from blood, to feed addiction

of Mistress she to eat, from vein at break of day
So all fear night falls calls, for they mark his coming
Then so not to blaze away, when Sun rises next day
Retired master spends his day in black thorn coffin.