Beasts in the Day

[Ace]

At dawn, the sun breaks east
The waking of many a beast
The sleeping of the owl
And harsh morning’s scowl

At midday, the sun shines above
The flying of many a dove
The slither of the serpent
And sadistic sinners repent

At dusk, the sun falls west
The waking of beasts possessed
The walking of the dead
From whence the innocent fled

Throughout the day the weak they creep
From the many beasts that never sleep