Cold Night

The demon walks after me. I do not even run anymore.

I shiver in the cold, wet night. My feet are raw and sore.

I came out to mountains to escape, but I was found.

The silence in this night, in this dark, is worse than any sound.

I was chosen by him, he marked me as a child.

What is it in naive innocence, that a demon is so beguiled?

The stars fill up the sky, but they do not see us down here.

The demons has hounded me, taken all that is dear.

I feel his cold hand on my shoulder, and I fall to my knees.

I look up at the stars, smell damp earth, as I’m take beyond the trees.

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