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There is an earthy smell underfoot,

Cool and damp



Hard dirt coarsing my feet

Holding me to the earth,

Begging me to stay



I can barely see at night,

Running through the forest

As fast as I can



They're chasing me,

They're taunting me,

Begging me to leave this place



Beckoning with cries

So shrill, raising hair,

Tingling spine



Im almost out of breath

And I'm almost out of reach,

But then I see

Red eyes

In trees alongside,

And I cannot hide...



From Demons raiding the night.


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