Children Of The Night - Poem by Maverick Jones
The moon is full and shining bright,
It fills the children with pure delight,
so the hunting begins for the children of the night.
The air is clear and still,
the perfect time for blood to spill,
for the children its a real thrill,
and they stalk the night for another kill.
The children of the night roam the shadows searching for prey,
better pray not to get in there way,
or there led you straight into the fray,
you won't even have time to run away.
For the children of the night are always hungry for more,
just remember to lock your doors,
and to ignore all there ungodly roars,
for in the darkness there hiding the gore.
For the children of the night are coming for you,
and there never going to give up or stop there pursue.
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