Become a shadow, it read.
I would need to be dead, of course,
and so, “No,” I replied.
Bound by chains, I'm carried along.
Shadow people won't be thwarted.
Night has never been my favorite time of day,
and this journey promises to continue in the dark.
You are one of the chosen – I laugh.
Although, serving the dark is no joke.
I don't want to utter foul oaths
to something undead and obscene.
Cowls obscure their faces,
but some voices sound familiar.
A teacher? A co-worker? My imagination?
How do I escape this madness?
Cold seeps into my bones.
I stand between the stones in a graveyard.
Shadows seem more at home here.
My chains weigh me down.
I want to run, but my legs feel like rubber.
My heart pounds; my mouth is dry.
I listen to voices implore the dark,
and I shudder, trying not to listen.
“An offering of blood is required.”
A cowl is pulled back - “Sylvia,” I scream.
My best friend, my love, my life. “Never!
Take me instead.”
My blood dribbles slowly to the ground
as voices chant.
I grow weak and tired.
At the end, I see Sylvia's fangs, and scream.
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