The Poem I Wrote

Hey guys, i wrote a poem last night, i was just kinda bored and thinking about the many things that happen when you're in that kinda...in between stage when you're almost dead and then you change into a MC. Werewolves experience the same thing if you didn't know, when we're going through the change there's a point when you choose whether to reject the change and die or continue and become a MC. Obviously i chose choice B. Here's the poem i wrote.

When death calls
people fall,
fall to their knees
amongst the grass
amongst the trees
they give in
with ready submission
no fight
their lives become night
they drift through the darkness
until death himself hearkens
for them to choose the path of light
or night.
With light you give in
you float up to heaven
and be with Him.
With Night you live
and continue on
in lies.
As a demon
No one you love is living
but you
forever
immortal
never dying
never changing
or aging.
FICTION
not real,
Zombies
Lycans
Vampires
all children born to the night
after giving up the light
after joining the fight
we weren't ready to die
but it's all a choice
give in to the light
or join us.
THE LIVING NIGHT!

Let me know what you think.
``werewolf moon``