a dream awakens her ,
as a cold sweat premeates
throughout her.
her hands clutch at the dampen sheet,
tyring to remember .
the voices from afar reach out to her,
calling her and beckoning her to follow.
a darkness settles itself within her,
the need to taste .
the moon shines through the window ,
casting odd shapes on the walls.
they dance and tease her,
reching for her to follow.
the darkness awakes in her.

the shadows slink bout the walls ,
forming over and over again.
a lone tall dark figured stands planted
on the wall.
his hand reaches out to her,
as his log fingers curl upward,
motioning for her to follow.
with wide eyes she stares at this dark and errie figure.
as his hand reaches out for her.
from a distance the lone howl of the sadden wolf ,
rolls through out the country side. as the urgence within her builds ,
and the need to have the sweet coppery  taste of blood
fills her inner fiber.
her head crushes back on the pillow

as she tries feverishly to resist the calling.
but the need to run, to hunt,
to be free of the shackles.
she tears at the bonds that hold her tightly to her bed.
as she howls outwardly.
tears streaming down her face.
moving for the dampen bed,
she stands before the barred window,
as a pain slashes through her.
gripping the bars , she answes the lone sadden wolf.
a cry that fills the hill side below.
the sadden cry of the need to be free.
to feel, as the darkness invades.

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