Lazarus heart of midnight
Rearing feral and new from hollowed ground
The taste of blood and chocolate still in his mouth
Bones twist, spine arching into the form of beast
Teeth aching in cut gums, lonesome howl thrown to a cold moon
Pounding.
Heart and feet, over hundreds of miles
Scent on the wind, howl
He can feel her, needs her
Crimson flash like a beacon in the silent woods
He closes in, licking his lips
Faster and faster
Pumping wildly
Catching up, jaws wet with want
He stretches and snaps shut
A scream echos in the silence
Red pools on the forest floor