Fading in

Summer days are far too long.

I miss this world when I'm away.

Fading out of existence in the abhorrent light of the sun isn't as pleasant as it sounds.

But so far, each time he rises into the sky, Mr. Sun decides to set, and once again the night replaces the day.

I try to be thankful each and every evening as I fade into existence,and once again I am licensed to roam this world in search of prey. Have some sympathy and some taste, and try to hold still when I'm biting you, it's just good manners.