The Creatures of the Night

The night is dark, the night is deep, The night itself is now asleep; But there are some nocturnal creatures deprived of slumber Lurking in the city's allies and corners Just waiting for an innocent prey To come across their way; The hapless victims always try to fight But seldom can they withstand the might Of those crafty creatures of the night Who always remain out of sight. The night is dark, the night is deep It's been darkened by the gruesome deed Of the nasty vultures who tend to feed On the carcasses of the ones who don't heed The warning signs that they often hear That the devilish creatures are indeed near. The city is nice, the city is fine Though you may hear once in a while Echoing through the streets at midnight strike A bloodcurdling shriek or a pitiful whine Then you'll realize that perhaps this time The nocturnal creatures have sat to dine. The night is dark, the night is deep But why does the night silently weep? The night was young and so beautiful But now she is a sight so pitiful, She's always scared and full of fear Perhaps the nocturnal creatures are near!