Demons lurk in the shadows unseen

They prey on the young and love the weak

Their fangs shine a brilliant white

Soon to be stained red by the kills of the night

Their victims wail and scream in horror

Only to fall silent but a moment later

Flesh and bone gives strength to the beast

Always on the look-out for its next easy feast

One never expects when the creature will strike

Born from darkness it welcomes the night

Neither man nor god can quench its thirst

Be weary of the night to be not its first