Cloaked Destiny

Death is in relentless pursuit. It pervaded my thoughts, assaulted my senses. I scramble, rerouting courses. A thousand voices call out my name. Taunts, screams, cries alike. Yearning, warning; Calling, crying; Run, run, run. Run through the phantasmagoric vicinity-- The end is not far. A hooded figure speaks my name, its voice benignant-- a mere whisper, Unlike prior haunting echoes. It beckons me over with an extended arm. My pursuer, waiting for me like an old friend. I was only shadowed by my own fate, pulled by my destiny.