Seeing.
Complete darkness in the wilderness
Mushrooms coming up on the stumps
Looking up into the beautifully clear night sky
Seeing every constellation illuminated by the moon.
Hearing.
The twigs I break as I swiftly step to the opening
The insects blaring their night time melody
I sense something beyond my sight.
Hear the mighty beast as it stalks in the shade of night.
Feeling.
Soft, damp earth under my bare feet
Running my hands along the craggy old trees
Stepping over rocks to avoid being slowed
A swift run in the woods.
Tasting*
Sweat drips down with blood into my mouth
I hate that rusty flavor.
But alas, I have fallen, and the beast is upon me
Consuming me into the everlasting darkness
That I tried so hard to escape.