31 parts Complete I run,
you follow,
but never near,
A breath,
a whisper,
lost in fear.
Fingers stretch,
the shadows sway,
Night devours,
I slip away.
Footsteps echo,
a hollow sound,
Yet I am
nowhere to be found.
Round and round,
this fate won't break,
A hunter trapped in
prey's own wake.
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Welcome to my other creation, this is the third story that I am going to write and won't discontinue.
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Disclaimer - Any resemblance of this story to any person, place, situation is a coincidence. This is a work of fiction and not a reality.
