Running, screaming,
Fear of slowing
Hiding from the curse unknowng
As the darkness ever growing
Reaches out a shadowed hand

Looking, seeing,
Not believing
For behind me is no being
But a shape whose form is fleeing
So that him, none soul can see

Stopping, tensing,
Hearing something
In my ears my heart is thumping
Through my veins my fear is pumping
Then behind me comes a screech

Turning, fearing,
Horror searing
As the thing is quickly nearing
And suddenly it's claw appearing
Delivering a final blow

Waking, shaking,
Body quaking
On my face, no claws were raking
Yet from the run, my lungs are aching
But yet, it was only a dream...

 
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