Chapter 1 - Untitled

Stalking

This night is dark and cold,
The wind whispers dispair.
A raven passes swifty,
I get a chill, I feel as though,
Im being watched, I turn,
Look left and right.
As I turn to look again,
I feel a sharp pain,
Like a small knife on my neck.
I start to feel ill.
I collapse on the rocky road.
Now I see my preditor.
The blood from his fangs drips.
He licks them clean,
Then walks away, back into the dark trees.
The world is spinning,
and I close my eyes for the final time.

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