Dead of Night
My chest heaves
Burning like fire
My lungs contract
With furious breath
My feet are air
Barely touching
The ground
I am wind
Around me are voices
They keen and shout
Trembling excitedly
Raging like storms
They run with me
Their feet like air
Barely touching
They are wind
We crow loud
Blood rushing
Heart pounding
In overdrive
The monsters beneath
Claw to the surface
The hunt is on
In the dead of night
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