Cry Of The Wolf

I heard the call on the night of a full moon;

I run and I run, drawn to the demands of

the loud-pitched howl.

My body impulsive, uncontrollably moving

as I am beckoned to the call of the mysterious wonder

Calling me.

I have no urge to stop as the power takes over,

Controlling me; luring me further and further

into the deep Forest.

Suddenly the light of the full moon

glows brighter, casting no shadow

upon me.

In the heat of the night, intensifying by the

moonlight that casts no shadow upon its prey;

I feel a deep bite in my throat.

I wake in my sleep,

I am the wolf.

I wake in the morning,

And the dream ends there.