Hear their cry, hear their howl
They will hound you down till dawn

They have no foes, just preys
Unlawful to the light of day

Blood streams flow wherever they pass
The children of the night race

Their fangs gleam like the moon
Their domain extends over the world

If you hear the leaf rustle, you’re doomed
If you feel the earth tremble, so should you

You’re life is at an end
There’s no escape

The children of the night, followed by her wings
go unbidden, where they please

The children of the night are truly beautiful in it's gleam

Shakespeare asked:
"To be or not to be,
That is the question"
I replied:
"To be what we want to be,
That is the answer"

Walking along the road
You hear of a mischief made abroad

Suddenly, everything changes
The return of vengeance and lingering grudges

You ask
"what I heard of, is a fearful thing"
I answer
"what you hear of, happens once in a life's ring"

Still you fear, you cower, you run
You flee, you hide, to be shun

Poor fellow, was he, to believe in bad lucks
Poor fellow, was he, to jump in with the ducks

At every corner, lied a shadow for him
In the end, he lined in with them

Hear me, Hear me
Do you feel your feet tremble?
Have the butterflies in your stomach gone mad?

That is because you have plenty to fear
The beast wakes, the serpent writhes in its sleep

In the light of the moon, darkness reaches out
The heavens are under attack

In a desperate attempt to defend itself
The sky hurls the wind at the fiend

In the struggle, the slithering demon falls
It descends with all its might

Upon folks high and low
The tidal surge of power beckons gentle land

This monster whom jeers and cries do not affect
Mercilessly washes away all hopes and dreams

In the cold night, a cry of despair is made
In the cold night, a cry goes unheard

I fear what I must, so I fear what I am
Since what I am, I must fear

Alone on the path of life
Throughout the vast plains of existence

Hear my cry
Do not deny

For I am but a lone soul
With a sharp mind

One day, the path of life will end
One day, the narrow strait of my coffin will be found

The shadow of the moon passes over me
That colossal creature is an absolute beauty

It slithers exquisitely over the yard
It snickers dangerously in the mind of the bard

A cold ruthlessness settles when the trees grin
Attend the rise of the pumpkin king

While myths and monsters uncover
Watch out for the Riddler

Trudge carefully on this day
The day of Halloween

“…or you might,
never come back…”

The embers of a dying fire shine in the black night of life
It has been through much and more no matter the strife

Through his life of burning clamour he has accomplished all
At the dawn of life he started as twigs and stones

Reaching for the light of day, he was at first quite dull
A little innocent spark, quickly consuming fat and bones

He grew, quickly grew, into a majestic blaze of colours
Venting his beauty to the four corners of the world

The proud fire danced with the wind and laughed with thunder
He respected the earth and feared the water

The mighty blazon of strength was also feared and respected
He gave warmth to some and burnt others

But the dimming light of eternity was the signal of the dead
As fast as he grew, the fire was leaving for the aether

He lied there, battered and shaken by his hard and beautiful life
But his embers never extinguished, do not despair

For a great story is never forgotten,
The embers are reborn.