Wild Ones Poem by Charles Marsh

The time of the wild ones is at hand,
Through darkness they spread across the land.
Burning everything in their path,
Nothing cabln escape their wrath.
Their preditory eyes peirce through the deepest souls,
They are truly the ones in complete control.
Truly they are set free,
They drink the blood to reach their highest state of ecstasy.
Aided by the shadows of the night they kill to survive,
They drink to their heart's desire not wasteing a single drop so they may stay alive.
They live under the light of the moon,
Do not worry you will be their dinner soon.