Shaken not stirred
These are the men of the night
Who bring darkness to your dreams
These are the men of the night
Where nothing is what it seems
These creatures of dark light
Manifest into many things
Where hope and dreams scream and die
Where evil lives unseen
These are the men of the night
Cold hearted killing machines
These are the men of the night
And one of them is me
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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