I wait under cover of darkness,

Bringing with me sadness and disease.

You puny, pathetic mortals live,

Unaware of my true existence.

But I wait under cover of darkness,

Bearing my load of despair.

You ignorant fools toddle on,

Living your ignorant lives.

I emerge during the longest nights

Only after the longest days.

You shudder at my approach,

Shrugging me off as a chill.

But I emerge during the longest nights

To feed off your bitterness and sorrow.

You weep at my mere suggestion,

Calling me regret and depression.

I retreat into the shadows

To await my next victim.

You creatures are so predictable,

Never making me wait long.

But I retreat into the shadows

And await my greatest prize.

You think I only feed on you

But you are greatly mistaken.

The world is my hunting ground.