To become what you fear, the creatures of the night are calling you |
The fear of the world was knocking at my door this cold dark night As the clouds wrapped their arms around the moon only blocking a sliver The strong winds rattled at my door As the tree limbs ran their long finger like nails down my window Making every hair on my neck stand up As the candle light flickered I sat in the corner rocking myself back and forth Feeling my heart race and shaking like a little girl Too scared to move I could hear the screams of villagers all around me Becoming closer with each scream I covered my ears with fright Closed my eyes so tight I kept telling myself it was all in my head As the lump in my throat got tighter with every second As the air became so cold I could see my own breath The howls all around me Calling my name Wanting me to make sweet music with them The music of the night I could feel my body wanting to break free Free from this body into my newly molded one As my body trembles and curls into the fetal postion Rocking back and forth not wanting this As I scream in pain As I feel my body begin to shift shape As my fingers become dislocated Feeling my bones grow with all might Adjusting itself unto it's new shape The burning of my muscles Stretching in ways that was not met to be The aching of my body as my spine cracks As my once lovely locks of silk hair is replaced by a full covered coat all over I scream as I feel this fire like sensation burning through out me As the screams turn to howls I stand upon all four My phobia has left me I have become what I have feared As I run and feel the broken glass stick in my fur As I jump through the window Seeing my brothers and sisters of the night As we howl and kill under the sweet the moon light |