Ever felt a dark kind of aura
Someone nasty vile horrid
Always bringing you down
Leaving you caustic and bored
Life's little leeches and vampired hoards
Always take care be cautious but bold
Dont let them in to devour your soul
What you have is worth protecting
Be steady gates of oak
They flung theirs away and
Now have been told
To gather more for that evil dark lord
So, stay in the light snd
As your soul  told
Ever vigilant the devil never gets old
Always angling to give him your gold