Glimmer Before An Awakening


Catacombs…. they glimmer

From the rising sun to dawn

Cold and weak

Skin on the solid stone

Fingernails… they bend to crawl

Your eyes…. they cannot focus at all

Whimper takes a small echo

No one can hear

Voice whispers….

The wolf answers

By sinking his fangs in the flesh

Rapid heart beat wakens

There, lying on a bed

Headed to the catacombs

Fading light

Howls become quieter

The sheets soaked with a stain of red

One last rapid heart beat


Eyes focusing in

Skin on soft sheets

From the rising sun

You wake

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet

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