In the dead of night, the corpses stir, the
ground shakes and the dirt rises, tombstones
fall and decayed hands emerge to rid the world
of the damned souls which need to be purged.
  
In the dead of nights, the creatures growl, their eyes
are blood-red as they skulk and prowl, sniffing for
prey innocent and weak, salivating at the mouth for 
something juicy to eat.
  
In the dead of night, the moon shines bright,
catching everything in its all-encompassing
light, the trees sway in the breeze and the tides
bend to the moon’s will.
  
In the dead of night, the forest comes to life,
permeating throughout it is darkness and fright
and as lonely camper walk about with false
bravado and virility, the forest reveals its
otherworldly abilities.
                                                 
In the dead of night, the leaves fall and
menacing eyes light the darkness, creatures
lurk in the shadows in a horrible harmony 
and a spontaneous rhythm that reveals the 
essence of nature.
  
In the dead of night, the dead rise
In the dead of night, the creatures prowl
In the dead of night, the moon shines
In the dead of night death occurs when no one’s
around.