Night Riders

They fly under the quiet of night,
The sink deep, burrow down unseen,
Their method,
Mysterious,
They hurt and harm all those hollow souls,
Filling to the brim,
Hate,
Lust,
Rage,
Sinful, sorrowful,
A sad and sordid lot.

via Daily Prompt: Swarm

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