On this night
This silent night
Dark clouds dim the moon
And cast the land in shadow
On this flight
This tiresome flight
Weariness eats at me
My muscles gone to stone
On this hunt
This deadly hunt
I wonder if I’ll die
And be dragged to depths below
They have come
Have always come
I’m fleeing like a hare
No safe place to call my home
Shaped of shadows
Always peering
Always leering
Always nearing
Wither shall I go?
©Aarron Mondello
28/3/2018
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