They creep around…

by Luka Philip

They creep around on nights like these,
When the wind blows through the mangled trees,
With the full moon in the sky and a chill on the breeze,
They creep around on nights like these.

When the darkness is endless, they travel here,
When the world is too silent and the blackness too near,
When not even the ghosts dare rise from their graves,
When the witches and warlocks won’t stray from their caves.

In all of their homes they tremble with dread,
When the moon is high and the roses blood red,
They all fear the one thing that these nights will call,
They are demons from hell that will feed on us all.

They come on these nights, it’s always the same,
For these demons that come have only one aim,
They seek out the young and the pure of heart,
Then they tear at their soul and they rip them apart.

When the morning comes after this dreadful night,
Parents start screaming with all of their might,
When they see the beds where their children would sleep
They howl and they sob, they cry and they weep.

They come in their hundreds through windows and door
They come in their thousands and still there is more
They see the young child curled up in bed,
They creep and they slither until they are fed

Keep a lit candle and a cross near your side,
Quiet your breathing keep your eyes open wide;
Raise up your blankets and cover your ears,
And pray that these demons should never come near.

They creep around on nights like these,
When the wind blows through the mangled trees,
With the full moon in the sky and a chill on the breeze,
They feast and feed on nights like these.