Morn, too late for beings that need P.-
M. ambience to amble, masticate.
Die in the morn—to late.

Morn, too late, so they must get down from above.
They'll fry and die if they should wait
Until morn--too late.

You see them walking with bloodlust,
And you had better flee.
They long to hold you and nip you
In a vein or an artery.

They're hungry.

Morn, too late. If they're up there,
Not where they lie
In a coffin. . .earthen substrate.
Die if till morn they wait.

Morn, you wait deep in their lair
To make them die
You've got to get them with a stake
And a cruciform t-a-a-a-ake.
Don't let careworn hands shake.

The stake!!