Ill-Fated By Moonlight

Black, bloodthirsty, and hairy Blood sucking bats feast upon the unwary, Slurping up their blood like its a dairy Creatures of the night vary The wolf pack stalks its prey Both throughout the night and into the day Hungry are the nocturnal creatures eyes Unsuspecting prey will surely come to die Shadowy breathe flowing unseen Disturbing the earth, dark essence capturing the scene Covering like a blanket over the very sea Running wild and and hunting free