Cool air. Quiet hush.
The trees, my only companions.
Even the stars hide their faces on such a dark night
Quiet breeze. Cool leaves.
Twigs snap beneath me
The moon sleeps while the creatures creep.
Heavy silence. Subtle fog.
I am not alone
My eyes strain against the blackness
Subtle breath. Heavy glare.
Pupils dig into my neck
It watches me, not so far away
Swift feet. Desperate leap.
Legs fly heedless into the dark
It follows, it follows
Desperate race. Swift shadow.
Daggers into side as I gasp
I cannot last, it can
Quiet specter. Cool grasp.
Pearly daggers upon my neck
Life slinks away, admitting defeat.
Cool air. Quiet hush.
A fox drags the rabbit into the underbrush.
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