This is something I whipped up for one of my classes.
|Running through the endless red hall trying to hide,
The hallway seems to repeat and replay with every long stride.
An echo from my presuer's feet shows I'm not alone,
A laugh catches up with me in a high tone.
The tile floor gains marks with every hoof I put down,
The black fabric blows behind me from my latest gown.
I run and run as fast as I can to find an escape route,
I try to keep my hope alive but still I have my doubt.
Momentarily flipping my head over my shoulder to see,
My attacker smirking crudely and eyes full of glee.
With mustered force I gear up only to find,
A door on the wall quickly seen and now behind.
My labored breaths start to burn inside my neck,
In this time I find it hard not to wreck.
Finding myself struggling to inhale,
I need a way out before I get to frail.
Another door, opposite, comes into my vision,
With the thresholds sight I come to a hurried decision.
My heart pounds as I slam into the cold door,
Only to find it locked I start to prepare for.
I look to find the dark man racing right towards me,
And I know that there is no possible way to flee.
To feel the sharp silver soar across my delicate skin,
A disembodied feeling makes my mind spin.
I lurch forward gasping for my breath,
Wondering yet to find where is the death.
As I take off to collect and redeem,
I find my experience to be a dream.