The Shadows

Born in shadow, raised in sin
Watch for Them and don't let Them in
They slither and They snake
They make you squirm and shake
Their night black eye's and Raven hair
With a gliding gait They walk on air
Sallow skin and shallow breath
Be wary of Them for They bring death!
These Shadow men They raid and ravage
They can strike fear in the most feral savage
To summon Them is a most black and frightful sin
For They have no inclination to begin only to End
"Shadow men, Shadow men We cast thee out"
That is what we must shout
At increasing volume but even clarity
Till the Shadow men become a rarity
Though there is a easier way
You must dismiss Them before Morning's light
When They leave all is right
For this is the end of a cold Samhain night.