THE EVIL COMES TO FEAST

The bad moon rising
In the dark dim clouds
The black bats flying
In many formations
Seeking preys in the dark night

The rustling sound in the air
People walk don’t care
By the time they look up in the sky
The black bats pick them one by one

Screaming people
Gun fires smoke in the clouds
The black bats come in droves
Driving the people scattering them

The bars across the streets
The patrons see the commotion
Quickly they rush out
Then they rush back
Close all doors and windows
Praying silently on their knees
The black bats swarm
Rustling air becoming eerie
The blood thirsty bats
They don’t care

The sky full of blood thirsty bats
Flying in circles picking up preys
Nobody is spared
When evil comes to feast

The long night of doom
The smell of death every air
When the patrons leave the cinema
They look everywhere
It spooks them
On the quiet night and streets