Upon the wake of evening sun

A song is sung what  bliss is spread

About the weary have we fun

Are not we the ungrateful dead

All howl above to twinkle’s day

Shadows here are for you to hide

Why do you come with fear to play

Away you ran should not have cried

But in this shriek of midnight chase

Inside the roar of hauntings past

Of mortals lay a peaceful face

With hopes of no ending harassed

In morning time I’ll see my fate

Biting  the bait, I’ll be irate