THEY LIVE IN THE NIGHT

THEY LIVE IN THE NIGHT

BY KEITH GARRETT

The sun goes down on a small, Eastern town,

Those whom live here do not wander in the dark.

Doors are locked, windows sealed until mornings light,

Stay inside fore death feeds on the living flesh.

They live in the night, they fly, they thirst for the blood inside,

No souls, hearts, or even a spirit of kind and good.

Darkness appears as if forever on this moon filled night,

Who will be the terror stricken sacrifice.

They live in the night, they rest by mornings light,

Walking forever the earth until they surely die.

Now as the sun rises over this small town,

Death takes its sleep as mortal man rises to his day.

 

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