BATWINGED FIENDS APPROACHING

Bat-winged fiends are approaching
Gliding silently through the night,
Seeking out late-night walkers
Then softly they're taking flight.

Winging bat-like just overhead
Watching intended prey below,
Following swiftly from above
Waiting to strike a fatal blow.

Hovering 'above an intended meal
Watching with red glowing eyes,
Yellow fangs protruding out
Evil is winging through the skies.

A corpse-like smell fills the air
As the undead is floating by,
Werewolf's baying at the moon
As bat-wing death gives out a cry!

Walking slowly underneath
Humans smell a noxious odour,
Looking up, their hearts Tom-Tom
Seeing death a jaundice yellow.

At the vision, one man faints
The other runs furiously at the sight,
Of an unexpected monstrosity
Winging slowly in low flight.

Bat-winged fiends are approaching
Chasing after fleeing human beings,
Shrieking as they run wildly
Terrified, yet not truly believing.

A man-like demon descends upon
People galloping through the night,
Beginning rending and devouring
Flesh, beneath the blood moon's light.

THE END
© Copyright 2022 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia