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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.
