Tired Sun now goes to sleep,
Leaving Moon to take its keep,
Waking children of the night,
Beautiful, but deadly sight.
Only some had lived to see,
Evil creatures playing free,
Flying to the stars at night,
Hunting for the men on sight.
Cruel, dark and hatred tested,
Souls that can be never rested,
Drifting horror doomed to serve,
Only night they can observe...
Children of the Night
© Copyright: Влад М., 2004
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