The Night Hunt

The night settles down
The hunters come out
No rules
Just games
Tricks not treats
I feast on
Their forgotten prey
No work to be done
Let that red wine flow
From the no longer living
I steal what they have
Take what they need
Their lives
Their wine
Give me fresh meat
As the monster comes out
No one is safe
Instinct and desire
Desire and instinct
Try to help
As I beg you to do
But help isnt possible
As I wake in bed
To the sweet sweet dream
Of days to come