Rabbit guy sketch

We would cry betrayal, if it got you farther of our scent.
Give up the ones of our lifeblood, sneak back their souls through dead of night.
Lady Moon will not tell on us, nor her stars.
But the dawn twitters with talk.
Hurry out before the shadows melt off your face and there is nothing to protect us.

Pen broke lost my reference we persevere and improvise

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