Born Out of the Moonlight

Every winters night I'm kept awake it seems, by the fainting ecos of my lovers screams forever filling the emptiness of my dreams. Awakening within me the beast, with its eternal lust to drink and feast oh how I envy the deceased. Given life's final pleasure of deaths final slumber, whilst I'm left here alone to wander. Oh how I cursed and swore, when once more i bit and tore the delicate flesh of that human I adore. It's burned forever into my memory, that night my lover was taken from me. As the clouds cleared and moved from sight I bathed in the heavenly glow of the pale moon light, whilst an angel cried hast thou gazed upon such a calming night. Calming indeed was it whilst in my human form, but as one well knows the calm comes right before the storm. As the moons rays wrapped around my skin I felt the beast stir from within. With one sharp pain in my chest so did begin this night of misery, as the transformation from man to beast happened almost instantly. Detached now was my mind and soul from my body as I lost control like Alice tumbling down the black endless rabbit hole. I was forced to bare witness to my claw as it tour open the entrance door like the rib cage of dear Eleanor. Up the stairs I went in a frantic bound, moving swiftly without making a sound. Opening the bedroom door my lover began to stir, upon the bed I lurched over her. A small drip of drawl escaped over my teeth, it's touch woke my lover laying underneath, her eyes opened but her fright was brief. Screaming at the beast who's control of my body was overpowering, as I could do nothing but watch it devouring the woman who's love for me had just began flowering. And so since that night I lay cowering in my house who's rooms forever continue narrowing. Empty though the house now lays, alone I am not, as within me the beast still stays.