I am hunter of shadows, the crimson of blood, everything is grey, black, dark. Red liquid is dripping from the walls. Claw marks scattered, embedded far into the walls of this worn, dusky cage. I am alone, lonely, waiting for someone, something, to free me from this nightmare.

A mysterious light flows in from the barred window, I crawl silently to the luminous light and peer out, squinting. My eyes are drawn to the light of a full moon, a blanket of mist floats past the moon, as if dreading its power. I stare, its light hypnotizing me. I can't look away. I can't blink. My eyes are wide, reflecting the luminous shades of its glow. I back away, never letting go of its beauty. The moon also looks lonely. I feel as if I have found someone, someone to confine to, I cannot talk to the moon, so I sing, howl. Howl my saddening song. The moon is listening, peering down on me, as a mother to a child. I sing, I howl, the moon smiles at me, I smile back, we sing, we howl, through the darkness of shadows, the crimson of blood.