Long Distance Runner

The Forest floor sodden, after thaw. Widow makers out/in horizontal draw. Stalactites, waiting for the mis-trodden, like web and spider maw. For miscalculation, error in judgment. Spinning disc through the tree-blind. But you've been sent. To get help, medicine, equipment. Of a dire kind, in dire need. They are counting on you. Become the wind through the trees, like elemental spirit, laugh at the faceslaps of daggered L' eaves. More speed.