They Exist, When Summoned

On a dark isle off Scotland's west coast There sits a castle with it's evil host This harbourer of witchcraft and demonic doom Is to leave this planet like a deathly dark tomb Servants of the night as they have in the past Will once again rise to finish their task Summoned they will come from the fires of Hades Black angels of him to the light they'll degrade At every full moon they command the skies They will unleash their fear with shrieking cries These bat shaped creatures with heads of snake Devour their enemy to a deadened shake Villages and towns make ready their night The safety of the clans from evils delights Deep in the cellars and caves where we hide Discussions for hope to repair this divide Tears flow as emotions are shared When this hell is over how many of us will be spared From where we shelter we hear terrorising screams To the older of us, it's more reoccurring dreams Into the hours of the morn the onslaught goes on What kind of a place can these creatures come from Suddenly we hear the most thunderous of crashes As the cobalt blue black is cut through with flashes We see on the hills the glowing of white Sporadic they are as they come out of the night These riders of white on unicorns they ride Is this what will save us and repair the divide They raise their arms releasing white silver flashes Connecting with these creatures as they turn into ashes Many hours of conflict as the dawn brings a new day The land reeks of battle and deathly decay As we enter the light and our surroundings we view The count leaves not many, I'm just one of a few To the unicorns we turn, in praise to declare But we see nothing at all, they were no longer there http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-5.php