DARK GENESIS

The night sky swirls
The stars in their seats twirls
The grand plan unfurls
But it appears in curls!

Darkness becomes our cover
Into our hearts it shall slither
All your hopes shall wither
Temptation calls you--"Come hither!"

Hide under your sheets!
They are coming--Death's fleets!
Don't dare call it quits;
These drones are anything but twits!

Sleep well, my fair darling,
The creeping minions doth coming
For sure they are staying
Staying to break your time's string!