How I died

July 15, 2012
There I was at the bewitched trail
I stared down as far as could
Painting for breath and, out of ideas
I knew nothing of this place
He would soon find me

A path, I found a safe easy to follow path
I just hope he doesn’t expect it, or else I’m dead
As I trek silently I feel eyes upon my back
But I didn’t dare look behind me
A bush rustled in the background
Then the foreground
Then the tree above me

The battle had commenced
The chase had begun

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VoiceintheDark said...
Aug. 30, 2012 at 10:12 am
woah. this reminds me of either the civil war or the revolutionary war:) I thought it was awesome!
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