The sun is setting, things start stirring free,
Beginning preparations for the dark.
These evening actions are what's meant to be,
When creatures of the nighttime make their mark.
The wind starts blowing, howling at the moon.
A vortex forms of things that want to roam,
Releasing to the heavens very soon,
The beasts of Hell that seek unwary souls,
And those that tarry long to make it home,
May very much regret their tardiness,
As misery and death creep from their holes
To reap the havoc only some may guess.

So heed the words Samaritans may stress,
To stay inside. Outside madness controls
The fate of those these creatures may possess.