The Darkening Of Night

By Olivia

Running. Running fast.

Bringing up memories of the past.

Through the dark shadows.

Away from the quickening widows.

Thump! Thump! Thump! On the ground they run.

Thump! Thump! Thump! As the light fades, the

sinking sun.

Darkness sets on the thickening trees.

Through the night there is nothing but a breeze.

Stop. Never stop.

If my feet stop moving, I may

drop.

The darkness settles.

But with the slight breeze it blows sickening petals.

And with this image I must stop.

For I except my faith and allow to be caught.

With the creature following.

It must start hollowing.

For I thus is to be buried.

But I am to be a bit wary.

With the world as dark as night.

As the sun sets with a terrible sight.