• Citizens of the Night,
    That’s what we are.
    We run with all our might,
    To catch a star.
    Oh, how good it would taste,
    The blood of the innocent.
    It would be a shame to waste,
    But it is an intent.
    Our fangs grow sharp,
    As the smell kisses our nose.
    We hear the sound of a harp,
    A chill creeps down to our toes.
    Our eyes grow wide,
    As we focus on the crimson pool.
    Those at our side,
    Begin to drool.
    We hide in shadow,
    As our next meal pass.
    We stock low,
    Following the mass.
    Leaping from the darkness,
    We catch our prey.
    Our laughs ring through the emptiness,
    It’s time to play.

    -BW