Slightly Colder Than The Night Before

It Was Slightly Colder Than Yesterday
The Summer Was Almost Gone
The Fog Looked Like Thin Milk Floating Between The Trees
The Moon Gazed With Cold Eyes Through The Floating Milk
He Could Hear
Hear Sobbing
Her Naked Feet
Against The Cold Damp Moss
As She Run For Her Life
The Hunt Was On
The Knife In His Hand, As Cold As the Night
Shimmering In the Pale Moons Light
He Took A Few Steps Before He Started To Run
Breathing Heavy, Longing, Searching
She Was Close, So Close
He Felt Like Screaming But He Kept His Mouth Shut
He Wasn’t The One That Should Scream
Not This Night