• As the night progresses,
    And we lurk in the shadows,
    Loving our chances while they last.

    As the day comes,
    We become exposed.

    We're forced to resort to foraging,
    Eating only the scraps,
    That even vultures have left to decay back into this world.

    As the sun retires,
    We slowly shuffle free from the shadow's grasp,
    As soon as the night comes to play again.

    When the sun hides in the caves,
    And the moon plays in the sky,
    We are no longer among the hidden once again.