Children of the Midnight

As the full moon rises to its natural throne…
The children of the night
Awaken to weave their web
Of gothic enchantments.

Through the shadows they creep,
Whispering on the night winds
Their dark secrets

When dawn breaks, they are gone
When dusk falls they appear,
For none but one
Do they fear

Those warriors of lore
Who have risen once more
To fight, to fight
The children of the night

A blade of silver
Is their only bane
With that, must they be beheaded
And only then can they be slain

But then, a challenge within
Shall be a threat anew
One from out very own brethren

But if such a time should come
Where riseth not the sun
A quest must be taken
By warriors, not one, but two

For now comes a foe
Strong and mighty
One never vanquished before

Only blood of enemies a score
When the heavens line up
Shall suffice to finish the lore
For then, and only then, shall the heroes arise
Their powers alleviated for evermore

Yet even then the foe they can vanquish not
Lest they fight alone
But if together they fought
The battle shall be won…