The Chase Poem by Kellsey Hartmann

my breath in misty white puffs
escaping into the cool night air
the moon my only light
the wind whipping my hair

my skin grown cold long ago
dampened by panic'd sweat
running, trying to escape
they have to catch me yet

the blood has since dried
of my superficial scratches
the trees blocking moonlight
darkened to glow, coming in patches

I can hear them now
they're right on my tail
everything is fading fast
please strength! don't fail!

a cold bead of sweat drips down my chin
I feel my body starting to slow
I'm so thirsty and tired and, no, not scared
just please don't let it show!

I have to stay strong a little longer
I hear those horrid hounds begin to bay
I see them running toward me fast
please let me live another day!