The skies growl with ceaseless rage,

Hiding the sun from the world’s sight,

Clouds as dark as smog fogs above,

_Yet she keeps running…_

The trees rustle with the swift wind,

The thin leaves chatter amongst,

Gossiping about the droplets yet to fall,

_And how she’s still running…_

Rain_ _begins to pour down,

Gentle shards hitting the forest of grass,

Mixing with the salty tears on her face,

_She can’t stop running.._

Mud splashes from beneath her,

Tarnishing her dirty shoes, clothes,

Her head throbbing with pain and thoughts,

_Her mind is tired of running…_

_‘I know they’re after me,’_ she cries within,

As the world shadows around her,

Footsteps trudge not too far behind,

_It encourages her to run faster…_

She dares to turn her head,

Trembling at the figure in the distance,

Confused at its disappearance in a bolt of lightning,

_Her mind is running in delirium…_

The wind ruffles her butter hair,

The leave’s whispers now mocking her,

Along with the bitter grumbles over her head,

_Her chance of help is running away.._

Her heart is mangled,

Her body soaked and chilling,

There’s not a single safe place to go,

_So she has to keep running…_