(02) - Victim Of The Dead Poem by James Grengs

Alone,
Dark alley.
You curse yourself, silently;
Why are you there?
-Fate draws you-
A silent form separates itself
From the alley wall behind you.
A chill -death- sweeps through you.
-Your beginning approaches-
A shadow, visible in front of you,
Warns you of his presence.
Wheeling,
You see him,
Look into his hollow eyes,
Dull, dead a thousand years.
A scream dies on your lips,
Silenced by the fathomless terror in your soul.
His mouth opens as he draws close
-Fangs glisten in the weak light,
Eternity in his bite-
He closes for the deadly embrace.
The pain, as he bites, your skin broken.
You know no more.

Silence, for hours.
Then, the screams begin.
Howling, as animals in pain.
You see nothing, for what seems like an eternity.
Nor do you feel:
You hear, only,
Those screams, coming from without,
And yet within-
From your heart, as you are changed.

Awaking,
You relive all you have felt,
But -worse- all you have heard.
Suddenly there were words in those screams,
Words of darkness,
Unutterable.
The screams still echo in your mind,
Driving you mad.
Insane, too-
You remember nothing.
Bite, silence, screaming: that is all.
Past- friend, family, life: gone.
In their place,
An unholy appetite,
A hunger for the bite.
You are dead-
You have no rest.
Now,
You are fear, and death itself.

Vanishing into the darkness
Arising from the ground
You vanish into the night,
Dead, with no rest.
You have been changed.