Monday, June 15, 2015

Hunt(ed)

Jagged-toothed and snarling
Hot foam dripping from bloody teeth 
The Ugly comes for us all
And no salt or iron
Daylight or stake
Can stop the darkness 
From swallowing souls
At breakneck pace 
Run 
If you think it will do any good
But when it chases faster than thought
You'll find it waiting for you
Around every corner

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