Adorned in ghoulish fetish, we hunt the night.
We scream, “Stand down, normalcy!
We own this.
Running wild and burning hot, we scavenge for redemption.
We howl into the coldness to fill the emptiness.
“Hide, you rotting enigmas of sanity!
Or suffer our molten presence!”
Our dreams, our minds,
tonight they fly free,
in a full moon sky,
on All Hallows’ Eve.