The ghosts of white night no one could trust
Always salivating at the mouth with eager blood lust
Not even the most daunting of grotesque beasts
Would dare interrupt their unsightly feasts
Even the poor corpses quake helplessly in their boxes
Awaiting their impending doom as they pray for dear mercy
The ghosts of white night barbaric, and filled with wrath
Slashing and ravishing anything that hinders their path
Gleaming with pride as they mow down any creature dead or alive
Their drive the pierce shrilling cries right before the crash dive
The ghosts of white night, menacing and unforeseen
Obscured within the foggy twilight mist of winter
Where they come out to play and replenish their itch