by Aquila

A darkling is quiet in blinding light,
Yet flows like water in forests of night
On shadowy wings they take leave of day
And embrace the life that has past away

Forsaken but not begotten, they silently creep
Like waking corpses unearthed from the deep
They invade every mind and rape every soul.
The strength of their nightmare will take its toll

Their leatheren bodies on jagged wings
Reveal their bitterness, their loathing of all things
They seek to inflict vengeance on humankind
This is why they darken the dreaming mind.