The Tale of Disblief
I run, scared.
Breathing in ragged breaths.
The cold, bitter sting of frost under my bare feet.
He is after me.
Why me? Why have i chosen to pursue the path of disbelieve.
I believe now,
Deep down, I believed then.
It's too late to turn back now,
I trip and hear his growl.
Forcing me to move onward.
I am in an animal trap.
His eyes glow so bright, close to mine.
His claws raking across my skin,
his hot breath streaming in my face.
His smile, crooked, gleaming, horrible animal fangs.
He steps towards me...
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