A poem about ghouls

Just wanted to share with y'all an old poem I wrote during our wc3 days. Not accurate, as ghouls don't care about day or night, but I just like this poem. -ThatAngel

That Ghoul

The sky darkens, azure to gray

The filthy sun shines its last ray

The night beckons, ends the day

Now my ghouls come out to play

The moon is out, the stars shine bright

My ghouls feast deep into the night

This is their calling, this is their right

To roam the earth when there is no light