Monsters of the Evening Tide

The moon moans the night,
In distant hills a light,
The watchtower windows glare
Castle sentries launch a flare

Winter wolves storm fjords
With hungry mouths maraud
In frosty shadows hide
Monsters of the evening tide

Beak and claw and fang
On the bedroom windows bang
All the children fast awake
With holy water and a stake

Crash and peel the midnight-bell
Boom and doom the drums of hell
Electric fences hum and hiss
To keep away the Vampire’s kiss

All clear sounds with morning-prayer
I saved the town – the demon-slayer
To school I kick my shoes
While my tired monsters snooze

Patrik Gryst (Nom de Plume)

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