In the midst of my slumber, I shift & I stir.
For something faint beckons me, of that I am sure,
My eyes flutter open as I lay in the dark,
Prodded suddenly awake by some unseen spark.
Slowly I become aware of my restriction,
My place of rest surrounds me with such constriction.
Outside I know it is less confining...
With the howling moon and the shining wind combining.
It seems as if much time has passed whilst here I've laid,
And I wonder if the world outside the same has stayed.
I come to reason and I know that departed is the light,
& the world that awaits is dressed in the mantle of night.
Here there is little room for movement,
To stretch and stand would be an improvement.
The soft cage that imprisons me allows only for so much,
What I need is to get out and feel the moonlight's touch.
My bowels twist and writhe, maddening agony,
Fierce hunger boils within and strains to escape me.
It's rage becoming an unbearable pounding,
The rush and insanity is completely astounding!
In the battle between it and myself, it is stronger.
I realize, beaten, I cannot take it any longer,
And with all I can gather & collect,
I do all I can to ensure my jailing is wrecked.
I tear away at this solitary prison,
Like a raging beast that has just arisen,
I tear away at what has kept me under,
My kicking and growling making loud thunder.
I claw my way out to greet the stars and night sky,
The rush of adrenaline makes me feel I could fly.
I lurch out of the place of my resting torment,
Standing tall I am clearly no longer dormant.
Finally the calm night embraces my skin,
Woe to my resting-place, the fun will now begin.
My eyes dart from place to place, wild and manic,
And the trees shiver and wave in what seems like panic.
For they know what is next...
I thirst, and just like so many nights before,
I go forth on my eerie march, a tidal bore,
I tread through the gates in shadowy form,
Awakened again, to take the world by storm.