Dusk
the darkest hour of the night,
and you're alone,
sitting in the middle
of a huge forest.
You're lost,
a twig snaps,
and a cold breeze blows across
your already shivering body.
A rustle in the bushes behind you
you whip around
so fast,
that you catch a glimpse
of a pair of eyes.
One eye is green,
and swirls with chaotic thoughts.
The other eye is blue,
it looks ice cold,
cruel and calculating.
You jump up
every hair on your body,
is standing up straight.
Goosebumps rip up your arms and legs,
and you hear a voice.
Its cruel monotone echoes all around you,
as if you're in a cavern.
The voice gets louder,
and you feel the glare
of the green and blue eyes,
burning holes into your back,
and that dark presence came closer,
a hand clamped down tight on your shoulder
and you heard a calm, wicked whisper in your ear
"Run."