running from the night: wip

the sun set this very day
behind a milky backdrop of clouds
the wind pressed in every direction
and the snow glared from the ground
white on white turned to shades of grey
the moon and stars could not be found
and on this very cold and wild eve
with the owl hoots and the wolf howls
made imagination strong enough to deceive
the woods it seemed carried threats
and the wind's bark became terrifying
far from home alone in the night
his heart would beat so fast it seemed
that rushing air in the trees matched
the drumming ground beneath his feet
the singing branches became a siren's song
luring him to stop in his maddening flight
letting whatever that followed him in the dark
and even the monsters become his plight