Running from something

Noises in shade

Shape shadow

Covered in sounds name,

Speak in creaks...

...hear: and wonder what if:

It came up behind you... and held you in grip.

A thing of dark

Undiscovered, never seen

Perhaps grown in the fertile soil

Of runaway dreams.

~

So run through the courtyard

And pray the door opens,

And isn't the cavern

To the mouth in it's head.

So run through the courtyard!

And feel the door open

Just pray it isn't

To the mouth in it's head.