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In the twilight's shroud, a specter unfurls,
A palpable fear in the chase of the world.
Footsteps resound, an echo of dread,
A nocturnal pursuit where shadows are bred.
In the labyrinth of fear, where whispers persist,
A spectral pursuer, a phantom's tryst.
Adrenaline pulses, a tempest within,
As the chase begins, a dance with chagrin.
Through the obsidian night, a pursuit takes flight,
A symphony of heartbeats, a panic in the night.
Pursued by shadows, enigmatic and sly,
In the hush of terror, a silent cry.
Ephemeral whispers of a pursuer unseen,
A nebulous fear, in the void's ravine.
In the maze of dread, where shadows intertwine,
A pursuit relentless, a dance with time.
The heartbeat's cadence, a desperate song,
In the spectral pursuit, where fears prolong.
The chase, an enigma, a dance in despair,
A waltz with fear, a nocturnal affair.
Yet in the crescendo of fear's haunting chime,
A resilience awakens, transcending the rhyme.
In the dance with shadows, a courage blooms,
A liberation from fear's ghostly glooms.
For in the chase's midst, where darkness collides,
A metamorphosis, where courage resides.
No longer pursued, but a pursuer to be,
A reclaiming of self, fear's decree.
About the Creator
BrendonJoseph
Just someone who enjoys the artistry of life and literacy. Aimed to capturing the small intricacies often missed.
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Comments (1)
Oh wow, that ending was powerful! Loved your poem!