Murder

A fast pace freaky poem

Dark and dreary
Her eyes go weary
Fogs swirls around
Her toes
Visibility not far past
Her nose
Her pace quickens
As her anxiety grows
she moves hastily
Through the park
The predator watches
Agile like a shark
Her heels echo on
The glassy path
The monsters black eyes
Glisten filled with wrath
She is the helpless pray
He attacks fast
A beast at bay
Thunder erupts
In the midnight sky
No one hears
The desperate cry
Morning comes
The park is dead
The horizon painted
Blood red