Red

It's in the trees
It's coming
I hear the rustling of the leaves
The crack of branches breaking
My chest begins to heave.
I turn on point to run
To find a safe retreat
But I fall down to the ground
As my brain fails to engage feet.
I am pinned to the floor
By panic
I know it's getting near
I've heard stories as a child
Tales of horror, screams of fear
I scramble to a fallen tree
And curl up in a ball
Then all the wood goes silent
From the hush a blood thirsty call.
One last gasp of air
"Please God don't let me die!"
The I silently exhale
I think it has passed me by.
With a sigh of relief I stand                  
And look towards the way home
On my shoulder I feel a hand
Cold and sweating Skin and bone
My heart jumps to my mouth
I know this is the end
Quickly I turn to face it                          
Hands up ready to defend
I should've listened to those stories
For on me the monster fed
Leaving nothing but my cape
Stained with blood now scarlet red.

(C)  spor