april 2013
The Chase
by Stuart Randolph
The wind howls a never ending song,
as the trees creak and crackle with its unseen friend,
and a scream of terror ripples through the endless earth.
The warmth of the cozy wood is sucked down
into the screamʼs...
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april 2013
The Chase
by Stuart Randolph
The wind howls a never ending song,
as the trees creak and crackle with its unseen friend,
and a scream of terror ripples through the endless earth.
The warmth of the cozy wood is sucked down
into the screamʼs lungs,
and has been turned into a place of dread and darkness.
The ground tremors as a young lad runs,
anxiety fills his lungs,
his heart skips and rolls to an arrhythmic
conductor,
fear crawling,
reaching,
tightening on the poor ladʼs mind.
As he rips and skids through the underbrush,
his red hair flaring against the golden sun,
barks and howls of an unseen chaser
whisper and flow through the woods.
Their voices drum louder and louder,
to a relentless beat now buried under a new beat,
his heart.
Dum
His scattered run halts, Dum
a cliff taller than the trees stood in front.
Dum
With no way out and his chasers close at hand, Dum
he turns to his judge, jury, and executioner, Dum
with his last act of courage, Dum
he charges into his undy
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