Children of the Dark

Children of the dark, running through the trees.
Stalkers of the night, smiling with dangerous glee.
They move, swift and silent, to their destinations,
And give in to their dark, dangerous temptations.
They attract their prey, beautiful and alluring,
And captivate them with a smile that seems assuring.
And then they strike, lethal and fast.
They look both elegant and deadly in the light the moon casts.
They bite down hard and drink till you're nearly dry,
And leave you with two choices: Join them or die.
But they must return to their homes before the sun can rise.
If not they all burn and each touched by the rays dies.
So take hope in this, walk with ease.
For while the sun is up, you may know peace.