Creeping creatures in the starry star sky The gloomiest of all freezing nights, Is when these immortals roam and seek They can not see for they can not be seen, For they run in laughter to spread disasters Shadow little Gremlins with crippling little smiles Winged rats for as they seem, Running and hiding to be somewhat free For these pests turn to stone by day Gargoyles rule to seize the hours of darkness And all seems ok Which they can only rule by power and oblige So soon they fall and goodness prevails to be mystic