Tale of the Sunset Phantom

Busy and vexed, I hustled in my office cabin,

When the dawn was about to get blacken.

Weather outside was rolling out with fun,

As I untangled my hair, making a messy bun!

The clock stuck on its hands at sharp seven,

As time neared for my monster to turn me into a demon.

Back to the home I now had to rush,

Swaying my troop with terror and plush!

That blood-curdling boneyard was my ruling kingdom,

Where the moon and its stars, read no stories of wisdom.

Nights there have never seen a bloomy morning,

Having all dead souls mewl in yearning!

This is how we Sunset Phantoms live,

Spending our days in listening to all scary riff.

With the dusk we transform to our selfhood,

Back in the dawn, we take a homo sapiens look!