March 27, 2012
By , Levering, MI
Sprinting past the hills and tree,
Running from the dark,
Hoping it won’t catch up to me,
They wish upon me a mortal mark.

I have just run past the cliff.
I am quite close to home.
The monsters scared my limbs stiff.
How much longer must I roam?

The beasts are nearly here.
I can smell their awful stench.
My house is oh so near!
Myself from their grip I wrench.

Behind myself I close the door.
The monsters threaten me no more.

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