The Game

Jagged daggers of silence permeate the air. Constant ringing pulsating in my ear, Holding my breath, frozen in fear. Will I ever see you again, my dear? Hiding under the fallen trunk of a tree, I wonder how this can be. Hoping the monsters cannot see The scared woman who is me. We were held in a pen Like toys for these evil men. Told to run fast and if we win Our misery would finally end. It’s a game they play Chasing us down like prey I chose to run away Some chose to stay So tired, running and running all day long. Knowing they were hunting me, so wrong. Only thoughts of your love kept me strong. Now I hear death’s siren song. So under this fallen tree trunk I hide Mortally wounded in the side Into death's darkness I ride With Archangel Azrael as my guide.