Lightnings jagged streaks, echoes of thunder roared,
And at the edge of darkness, drenching rain poured.
Blowing fiercely were the savage winds at a deadly pace,
Tree limbs danced to and fro crackling, never in their place.
She screamed, but the winds carried her voice far away,
Nary an echo, nary a sound, nor a whisper in its place.
Never would she be found, oh and such fear she felt,
Hiding in the briar patch, despising the hand she was dealt.
So very cold, and at the winds touch she shivered,
Her skin was soaked, and her lips quivered.
She should have listened, but no not her, she knew it all,
Tears flowed trails upon her cheeks, ah, such was her downfall.
Perhaps they were far enough away now, she could go,
Just run and run and run, maybe they would never know.
Evidently, she was not missed yet or they would be hot on her trail,
She had no desire to be a sacrifice for these demons of hell.
“Come to the party, twill be such fun, we will have a blast,”
I really did not want too but the time had come way to fast.
“Okay, yes,” And here I was, but my friends were no more,
They disappeared beyond the stone wall and cement door.
Screams emerged from that exact location and I could feel immense heat,
And in so thinking my reaction was to make a hasty retreat.
Help, yes indeed I must find a source of assistance,
My mind fought, I could not give in, I held the most resistance.
The screams eased I hid, they passed me by and I ran, but to where?
I had been here before. I was running circles, and it just was not fair.
That’s why they did not chase me that’s why I hear their laughter,
There was no escape, there was no end, I was what they were after.
© Cynthia Clark
Sounds like some deep pain there.