This is another poem that I wrote in reference to my Ganglies story. I have about three poems about the story, it is something that has inspired me.

A pale moonlight descends,
Over soft and hilly brush.
They come, the masses
And swarms of beasts.
They take to the sky,
Like vampire bats when
They smell blood.
Children of the world
Cry out, for their
Night is lost.
Four by four they go
Pilfering children
To their underground lair
The cries of the despaired
Go unheard,
Until the night is finally
Silent.