Pale moonlight filters through cloud cloaked skies,
Shedding ghostly luminescence as sunlight dies.
Thunder rumbles in distance vast,
Audible warning this night will last.
Ancient forces long held at bay,
Encroach this night, eager to slay.
They thirst for life, they thirst for blood,
Their ravening hunger your senses flood.
Tenuous as fog, yet sharper than steel,
Your life-force will be their next meal.
Long have they awaited this unholy night,
When dead things rise and demons take flight.
Sense their pent up frustration, their ravenous hunger feel;
As they seek succulent mortal flesh to be their next meal.
Hear the distant wolf howl, if wolf indeed it was...
Pray to greet the sunrise, if rise indeed it does.
Long will this evening live, in memory of those who survive;
For not all who wander the night will remain alive.
Some will die in silence, blissfully unaware of their fate,
Others screaming in terror, awakened far too late.
