The unholy ones.

The time is nearly here my friends,
When warmer evenings lengthen
In sinister cocoons they bide their time,
Their foetid wings to strengthen.

They roam the land in evil hoards,
by moonlight hunt their prey.
Heed my dire warning friends,
you’re only safe by day.

I hear them planning quietly,
plotting their evil schemes.
Collecting your teeth while you slumber,
and stealing all your dreams.

 Simon Morris