Raan Mir

• Posted by Paws June 10, 2016 - 1,221 views

  Heavy fog, a blanket, over ancient bows drape,

  Old trunk, gnarly branches, creates an eerie shape,

  Distant mountains, far foreboding, against the sky scrape,

  The hunted runs, eyes darting, searching for escape.

  Forest silent, animals quiet, the only noise a ragged gasp,

  Nameless horror, ancient foe, a hand reaching out to grasp.

  Twigs break, hunted stumbles, tumbling to the ground,

  A looming terror, presence felt, pursuing like a hound,

  Heartbeat racing, anxiety gripping, chest feeling every pound,

  The hunted rises, continues on, a strangled sob the only sound.

  A dappled clearing, hopeful light, towards the hunted ran,

  Crashing branches, desperate flight, to evade the Woodland Man.

  Canopy breaks, azure sky, birdsong reaches ear,

  A circle of grass, verdant green, a peaceful atmosphere,

  The hunted halts, heart calming, mastering his fear,

  Now hunted hunts, knowledge prey, known as the Wood-Seer.