The moon is high on life, tonight,
clouds are forming all around,
misty aura calms the soul,
taking life, the demons goal.

He prowls the streets, oh so quiet,
his presence unnoticed amongst the riot,
of people rushing to and fro,
all with purpose and a place to go.

He waits until the crowds are gone,
silent streets feel all alone,
until a figure, up ahead,
pleases the senses of the undead.

The moon is high on death, tonight,
clouds now cloak the taken life,
misty aura takes the soul,
bringing death, the demons goal.