The Goblins of the Black Rain

Stood there looking to the icy moon,
 Casting silhouettes tall upon sandy dunes.
 The black-clad goblins with their deadly task
 In the serpentine darkness, filling their flasks
 Stood there feeding on the ravaged mass
 With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
 Splinters of lives rushing by in the whirl
 Alone, silent warriors in a human world
 They cried for night, but the night could not come!
 So, swept in the shroud of misanthropy they went away!
 And called for their armies!
 Then the goblins of the black rain,
 Sank into the shadows with dry, sardonic smiles
 They made the journey to another place
 To rouse a sacred confrontation
 Stood there carving on the human bones,
 Digging through flesh, boiling brains in a pot.
 As the cruisers all land and open their doors,
 The goblins cheer and run inside,
 Bringing meat to the horde with their hideous grins.
 DIE!