The Chase.

Swiftly my feet carry me
Hurtling, flying, stumbling until I am almost crawling
Over the dark forest floor.
I run as panic grips me
Fleeing from the hunter that hunts me
Fearing capture, fearing death
My vision narrows as I continue to reach
For freedom, for safety, for an end to the chase
My lungs burn, my throat dries
I push past my limits
As my feet carry me.

~ Greywatcher

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