the blood drips from the roof
the widening stain is not the proof
the wound grows larger by the hour
into the night, I find this horror

I dreamed the Wolf, his face he shone
the howling wind was not alone
his bared teeth was like a grin
the baying to the moon became a din

we fed our souls from each, to the other
the Wolf was a hunter and a lover
all at once I was prey and predator
I feasted on blood and the lore

the moon's glow was turning red
I left the living and felt undead
the howl is now a song
but something has gone wrong

sweat soaked, I awaken from our dreams
heart pounding, the Wolf is now inside me, it seems
I have tasted the blood and hear a hush
into the dark I now must rush