Night shift fantasies

Silent night, unholy one.
All is calm for it is night.
Feast of them on men.
A glass of blood; toast to the dark.

The brooms are gathered;
Set for a flight.
Masks uncovered. Mission is possible
While men slept, they embarked

Into blackness, there in darkness’s sight,
Whispers and cackle,
The whistle of arrows.
Suddenly, a loud cry. Hark!

Done before it’s dawn
Before light comes. Light!

Tochi