The Hunt

You hear footsteps. Are you ready? Can you hear them running like the approaching storm? Your heart is pounding. Your breath is heavy. You love the blood that splatters the floor. There’s no golden morning light. Just the silver moon guiding your way. Ghouls haunt the forest, beckoning you their way. Thunder booms in your soul, All that’s left is the ringing. Your soggy skin shakes with the pain of knowing somethings broken. The hunt never ends, time is always chasing. Creeping up behind you and breathing down your neck. Fear is the only friend you have, always by your side even till death.