Hunted By The Night... Poem by Vampire Heart

The hour of darkness embraces damnation,
Dimming skies and casting horror into the night.
Restless chants fill the air,
Summoning the cold from the depths,
And unleashing the fear the day kept hidden.
Midnight's plague also known as the nocturnal few,
Are doomed by the very means of existence,
And therefore are bound by the laws of thee living dead,
Hunger, blood and lust ride on fragile bat-like wings,
Craving for the wine that throbs in your veins,
The key that will breathe life into the dead,
And will envoke the curse upon others.
Pale rays of twilight can banish this menace from where it came,
To the deathbed refuged 6 feet under,
Where they shall lie under the watch of daytime's oracle,
Until the clock strikes 13...