Hunted

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Sitting by the fire,

Watching the flame.

Sparks shoot towards the skies,

Your eyes filled with shame.

You take my heart in your hand

Notions so bold, the forest grows darker,

The embers grow cold.

Surrounded by shadows, the hunters, they stalk.

Sobs around the fire.

The lost of the flock.

To each of us they whispered;

We'll end you this day.

End me, they did, though my body got away.

Now although I am living, my mind always drifts back.

To the day when the hunted evaded the pack.

-shesithestorm

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