Run

You hear, you hear, the creak on the stair;

You feel, you feel, the chill in the air.

You see, you see, the eyes in the dark;

You are, you are, my final mark.

Run, my darling, but don't you fear—

You can hide, but I am always near.

End not early, our cat-and-mouse game,

For I some day shall make my claim.

Sleep now, my precious, calm your heart.

Tomorrow you shall play your part.

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Originally penned October 24, 2020.