When the sun sleeps, they don't. When the sun slept, they stalked. When the moon leaped, they roamed. When their king eventually perished, they cleared. Longing once again for the red wine they cherished, they disappeared. The longing ends short, for he rises. Their large cohort now awaits for the sirens. We cower, once again, as their their hunger seeps. We await, once again, for when the sun sleeps. [some characters in public domain. mostly OCs]All Rights Reserved