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written by: Verona Jones
Hanging low in the midnight sky
a pregnant scarlet-hued moon
bore silent witness to the scene below.
A young woman running for her life
fear rushing through her lungs.
Her breath coming out in tight gasps
as she fought for every breath.
She had to rest, just for one moment
but she heard her pursuer behind her
crashing heedlessly through the brush.
Growling deeply in his throat hunting her
raising the hairs on the back of her neck.
Death himself breathed in her scent
marking her as his next victim if she but faltered.
Whimpering, she began to run again,
away from that thing that is chasing her.
She just needed to reach the town
behind closed doors she would be safe.
The lights ahead gleaming their promise,
when death claimed her with a dark kiss.