Death Dealers

Darkness falls over the valley where the night plays
the breeze kills the fog and opens the gates to where the creatures graze
the smell of vapourous blood travels through the air
and creates a murdering breath for those that are not really there
for the dealers of death control the life of night and are feared by the daylight
the night is their playground, their hunting ground
they hide from nothing and nothing can hide from them
they know nothing of life for everything that surrounds them is cursed with death
they are the only breath of any life
they feast of the cries of their victims
they laugh at the fear in their eyes
they come in shadows and are all around
and when you looking they can never be found
the death dealers have complete power and can never be stopped
they never grow tired and never grow full
all they do is mutilate and their victims souls they take
the valley of death is a graveyard for the undead
lookout for the fiery eyes of the creatures of the dead
they fear no one but you should fear them

{Written by Nikita-May Kammerer 2003}