Running through the dark night's laughter,
I fall and scrape my knees.
But how does this warming pain compare
To what's hiding in the trees?
With barely a sound he stands behind me
And whispers in my ear,
"You think you're safe, O one I chase,
But I can smell your fear."
Gently through the darkness
I see his sharp teeth gleam.
Maybe I'm delusional,
But I fear it's not a dream.
The wispy effluvium that is his claws
Wraps around my wrist.
In a last attempt to free myself,
I push him back into the mist.
I take off into the world of black
Waiting at my fingertips,
Longing for a place to hide
Before my sanity he rips.
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