shadow-brat

Sometimes a dream starts with chasing, You sprint on forever, heart racing. The one trailing is closing in, You swear the other will not win. Just as the hunt is about to end, You hear a whisper, trying to defend. Over here, come to me, I can help set you free. An inch of hope propels you, To quickly find out from who. A secret tunnel, beckoning, The chased is now chasing. Escaped from the evil that followed, Come to a cave that is hollowed. A girl awaits in a circle of rocks, Entranced in her voice as she talks. She smiles and in an instant she's gone, Everything's black, then you're lying in a lawn. You look around at the