WHEN ECLIPSE DAWNS
When the darkness shrouds,
Mist takes over the fresh air,
Hovering above the ominous clouds,
Turns everything looks so unfair.
Marauding wolves eyeing their prey,
Roaming around fiercely in the moonless night,
Making that dreadful and awful brays,
Their eyes shining dull green bright.
Spreads the prophecy of a dawning eclipse,
Turns everything into stark wintry,
Dreadful ambience making everything amiss,
Awakens that fortunate departed from cemetery.
They come howling out beaten by hunger,
To satiate their cravings with human blood,
They breathe in the smell of human blood that linger,
Waiting, running for someone to be their food.
Eyeing every passerby whom they can bite,
Sucking the holy blood to keep them alive,
Snatching the life of anyone who comes in sight,
Turning them into one of their kinds to the count of five.
Together they go around in search of some more,
This demonic desire never has an end,
Heightening their pleasure of sucking blood to the core,
Sniffing around marvelously like bloodhounds.
To take the human blood into their veins,
This feels like long-lasting heavenly bliss,
No mercy granted even to their own kins,
Enjoying in merriment the night of this eclipse.