Wake up as the boulder of light shines through the night,
the cold sharp air cutting into my dry dead skin,
I have finally awoken,
let the hunting begin.

Times have changed,
what once was so new is now decrepit and old,
The "ancient" ruins of the structures
that once stood so bold.

The world has changed,
yet I do not weep,
My hunger must be banished,
the hunger that builds up while I sleep.

I spy a young child playing on the street,
the offspring of the weak stalked by the offspring of the night,
No such human has ever escaped my sight.