PERCHED ON A LEDGE, EYES GLOWING RED.
FOREVER SEEING, COUNTING IT'S DEAD.
SPREADING GREAT WINGS WHICH SPAN THE SKY.
LOOKS WITH A FOREVER SEEING EYE.
LEAPING FORTH INTO THE NIGHT.
SEEKING UNSUSPECTING VICTOMS, BY THE FULL MOON'S LIGHT.
SOARING HIGH, THEN DIVING LOW, STRIKING WITH A VIOLENT BLOW.
WHEN DEMONS FLY, CARRING THEIR PRAY FAR AWAY.
TO DRAIN THEIR SOULS AND VERY LIFE, AS DOES THE BUTCHER WITH HIS STEELY KNIFE.
BACK TO THE LEDGE TO FEED OF THE FLESH AND THE BLOOD.
FOR HE HAS MADE A PLEDGE, FOR NOT A SOUL TO KEEP.
THESE ARE FOR HIS MASTER, THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS.
FORE HE AWAITS FOR THE SOULS TO TAKE.
DEMONS FEASTING IN THE NIGHT, FOR THE LOVE OF HIS MASTER HE HAS MADE THIS FLIGHT.
COPY RIGHTED 1984, REVISED AND EDITED 2007 SCOOTER BLACK aka S.F.P.
