Hunted

 

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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