Those Who Walk Among Us Poem by Artemis Zarchae

... and in the dark of night they call
From the fountains of the whispering falls.
They wander in the deadest night
as the birds take final flight.
But who are these that walk among
the deepest, darkest, desperate rung?

They are those decrepit with deathless age,
locked inside thier self-made cage.
They are those who cannot call
Upon the demons that walk thier halls.
They are those, ruthless and shaken,
Who have took all those that have been taken.

Lock your doors eternally tight
In the darkest depths of night.
Turn the children to thier beds
Never to know of this trembling dread.
Block out these ghouls for evermore
Who walk among us nevermore.