Look over at the horizon, see the
shadow haunting me. See it stalk behind
three miles; crossing forests, swamps and sea.
I can not turn back. My path is defined.
Will it follow me like this forever?
And where shall we find? Are we journey-bound
like blood to a hound, treading wherever
boots tread – or will it tread me underground?
More running from my demon won’t solve this,
but for now, running will do. But one stride
from the edge is a stride for the abyss.
Oh, if I could stride skylines by your side
without afearing the death in
your eyes
to wander into the splendid
sunrise.
