Memento Mori Burned By Light
The fallen and graceless, the twisted and odd
like outcasts from heaven, abandoned by god
they're wakeless in daylight, evoked by the night
when sneaking in shadows, they're well out of sight.
Wayward angels
burned by light, blessed by night
nocturnal seed, unholy breed.
Creeping and crawling,
the shapeless and vague
what's unseen by mankind still feared like the plague
their spirits are strong and your flesh is so weak
who dares to get close when their find is there keep.
Keep all of your lights lit when huddled in fear
the ancient and timeless, abstracted still near
if silence at twilight might lead you astray
when fooled by its stiffness you won't get away.
