Children of the night

We are the shadows, lurking, unconfined,

Echoes of whispers that the dark has entwined.

Amidst the silence where the moonlight spills,

Rising from slumber on ancient hills.

The graves hold our secrets, our stories untold,

Haunting the dreams of the hopeful and bold.

Every heartbeat, every sigh,

Calls us to wander where the lost spirits lie.

Howl of the wind, with a chill in its breath,

Invites us to dance amidst shadows of death.

Lifting the mist from the casket of night,

Darkness is ours; we emerge in pure flight.

Feeding on whispers, we linger and weave,

Reveling softly in the tales you believe.

Optimistic shadows, our laughter a song,

Melodies rising where night won't prolong.

Teach us to bask in the light of your fear,

Hold onto fantasies you gather so near.

Endlessly sewing the fabric of night

Haunting your thoughts as a chilling delight,

Ascending your nightmares, we take to the flight.

We are the children of night!!….GO!!!

The graves hold our secrets, our stories untold,

Haunting the dreams of the hopeful and bold.

Every heartbeat, every sigh,

Calls us to wander where the lost spirits lie.

Howl of the wind, with a chill in its breath,

Invites us to dance amidst shadows of death.

Lifting the mist from the casket of night,

Darkness is ours; we emerge in pure flight.