Under the warm embrace of the quilted cover,
A sense of unease did swiftly hover.
The room, dimly lit, cast eerie shadows,
Whispering secrets of the night's unknown.

Then, a chilling sight did capture my gaze,
A pair of red eyes, piercing through the haze.
Fixated on me, they held a haunting stare,
A werewolf's presence, lurking in the lair.

In that moment, my vision turned awry,
A vivid shade of red, painting the sky.
Confusion clouded my thoughts, a tangled mess,
Struggling to grasp this strange distress.

Little did I know, it was my own blood,
Tainting my sight, like a crimson flood.
Before I could react, the beast did pounce,
Sharp teeth sinking in, a painful ounce.

Agony coursed through my trembling frame,
Fighting against the pain, a losing game.
The world around me blurred, darkness embraced,
Consciousness consumed, in shadows erased.

From that horrifying encounter, I learned,
The beast's true nature, cunningly discerned.
Hidden beneath darkness, it did reside,
Just as my blood-stained eyes did misguide.

A harsh reminder, appearances deceive,
The greatest dangers, often concealed, believe.
In plain sight, they patiently await,
A lesson learned, not to underestimate.