The moon hanging in the dark sky,
stars light up the darkness
like light bulbs,
gray clouds hang in front of the moon and sky,
rain pours down, like tears from eyes
the woods are silent,
except for the pitter patter of the rain on the tree leaves
waiting, waiting, then,
their are foot steps
crushing branches and leaves, like old frail bones
crunch, crunch, crunch,
as they ran, like their life depended on it
they tripped,
fell,
tumbled,
stumbled,
lay there, lay there,
then they got up,
looked around, like a lost animal
suddenly, suddenly, suddenly,
their is a gun shot, like a boom of thunder
she falls to the ground,
with a crunch,
thump,
no more
