THEY LIVE IN THE NIGHT

The sun sets over a small eastern town.

Those who live here do not wander in the dark.

Doors are locked, windows sealed until morning’s light.

Stay inside for 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 kindness 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 morning’s light.

Walking the earth forever until they surely die.

Now, as the sun rises over this small town.

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

Keith Garrett