Of Night Poem by Eric The Viking

And comes the chilly air of night
Where the dark and dreary play
The blood soaked canine teeth,
Are attaching to their prey

Only shadows dare to show,
Between the moon and hallowed bowels
Reaching from the deepest depths of hell
The murderous stories too many to tell

Devilish creatures, bats, and wolves
Screeching cats and howling dogs
Croaking frogs heard through the air
Death consumes this evil lair

At witching hour they show their craft,
Riding on this wicked draft
Carried by the frills of fright,
And comes the chilly air of night