The Wood Ghost walk through the night.
By the shine of the moon's bright light.
Always ready to take to flight.
If danger comes within sight.
Wood Ghosts are silent as the wind.
Roaming the earth again and again.
You only see them every now and then.
Guided by the moon, their trusty friend.

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