They’d almost killed me.

I saw them coming,

grinning, shouting.

 

The sun was down,

the sky was frowning,

the moon was evil clown.

 

I knew I was being watched,

and fate had deserted me

alone in the blackest sea.

 

I knew I had to hide and pray,

’cause they were after me,

and soon there would be no way

 

to make a further step,

to feel my pulse, my stride,

I had to find it from inside.

 

I didn’t run. I stopped.

I knew I had to fight.

For what? For the only hope I had.

 

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