Into the darkness she flees
Not knowing what lies in wait amongst the trees
Leaves crackling underfoot
Rustling, crumpling, crushing old chestnuts
The fear of the chase
The moonlight shining on her pale face
Dare she turn her head
No!... The beast he wants to be fed
She tries to pick up pace
Trying to increase the space
A stumble...a trip
Then she is in his tight beastly grip
She had put up a fight
Fought with all her might
But now at the mercy of the starved beast
His hunger unleashed
Feeding on her pure innocent soul
Devouring ... Consuming her whole
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