Through The Mountains

I scream, repeatedly. As I scout my way through these woods

Every last hope I had, died before I even saw a big thorn Pierce my heart

As the sun sets for a bloody moon to rise 

I sneak passed a cub wolf hunting down a prey almost of human size

When I came to realize

Hours passed after night was born

I thought of sounding a horn, the moon was bloodthirsty and I could hear it groan

I never wanted to stop running, my legs couldn't keep me going, I was given a quick rest

In pain I was, still, I wanted to keep going

I couldn't sit, relax and figure out the cause of the havoc

Nothing crossed my mind because thinking is another something off my mind.