The sun is going off to bed,
The moon will climb the sky instead.
And while the children soundly sleep
Creatures, quickened into life, will creep
Red, with blood from infants, shine
From carnivorous fangs, vileness decried
As older they grow, with intent to deceive
They’ll spread their evil through our sewn seeds.
A foreboding of some distant and destined change
Through hostile progress and big with fate.
The moon, he finally goes to bed,
The sun, she shines on a world that’s dead.
