They loom in the dark with bated breadths
Burdened souls and weighted steps
As the innocence in the world slumbers away
That's when they rise, come out to play
It is supposedly a kingdom of dark
Waiting to be pierced, waiting for a spark
Shedding light like jealousy sheds love
To lurk drearily in their raw alcove
They don their darkness, adorn it with their scars
Like the many universes dotted with burning stars
And so they fight the demons of life
In slumber and wake, their war for light
They carry their shackles within themselves
Forgotten like those books on dusty shelves
Ruling and ruled upon, a twisted fight
Waiting to ambush. These Creatures of the Night