Dark Places


I have hid in dark places
thrown myself into the night sky
hung still as the moon pretending
I did not see his arrows whistling by

I have slept in high towers
turned and tossed in sweaty sheets
knowing I was trapped for good
and dreaming evil all the while

I have danced in the deep woods
spun myself a hood of web and blood
Lay pale in a glass coffin, half dead
As a wolf tore bites from my body

I have ran the gravel road
fallen bloody kneed and skin torn
heard him coming, pounding after
dragged myself to my feet again


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