
They are coming,
Fear the darkening skies,
Power draws in as night descends,
Shambling forms wriggle free of daylight,
What goes bump-in-the-night now is real and terrible,
Flee before ravenous mouths feed,
In the open is where they want you,
Attacking from all sides,
Wield fire and silver to defend,
There is no stopping them,
They are coming.
-M.E. InkOwl