A storm in the dark
a shadow in the night
under the moon they hunt
with unholy might
people will scream
blood will flow
when it will end
only they do know
listen to me
those who do not belive
face your fears
and you will see
the creatures that hide
in the dark of the night
with blood red eyes
and death's own bite
once they have you
there is no hope
your life is through
none can cope
without some great magick
some great power
to take them out
for nights first hour
This i say
keep a watchful eye
and maybe naturally
you will die
i love this poem
I like this..especially the ending. Great poetry.