Shadows stir

Among the blackened trees

As the sun is suffocated

And buried

By her pale-faced brother

A ghoulish howl

Cuts wind and nerve

A sign

That the nightly terrors

Have come to call

The first to arrive

A misty Feldarj

Screeching at the stars

And searching

For a meal to a snatch

An oozing Lurgid

Bathed in filth and sludge

Releases toxic whispers

That rise in height

And volume

The meek Urzyl drifts

Along the lower branches

Seeking out a robin nest

To shriek

And shatter eggs

The crimson Yordjuril

And the emerald Pulg

Wail and moan

At a whimpering Ogdur

Robbed of its deafening voice

While midnight looms

More banshees rise

Some for the hunt

Some to birth more terrors

All to scream the night away

The forest is silent

As the dark congregation

Gathers for some fun

Forcing all who want to live

Into hiding