Hello everyone,
I’ll be doing a review of Preacher for comicommand, which should be up on the site early next week. I am currently reading The Boys and will be writing a piece on that next week as well. I found 100 Bullets to be somewhat overrated but I loved Preacher and I am also loving The Boys so far. With that prelude, I present a poetry piece for you all, which is inspired by an earlier post on my @wmoviegrapevine (instagram).
The next blog post will be on Monday. Have a great weekend.
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My legs were burning almost as much as my lungs,
I couldn’t hear it behind me anymore,
Yet I knew it was still there,
I could feel its eyes watching me,
Looking around,
I could only see trees,
Dark towers illuminated by the moonlight,
Dry leaves shuffled under my feet,
A tell-tale sound that would give me away,
I moved on my toes,
Hiding behind the nearest tree,
If I couldn’t see it,
It had to be far behind,
It would give itself away as it made its way closer to me,
When it got close enough,
I would slip away in another direction,
I tried to steady my breath,
One minute passed, maybe two
My legs were still sore,
My breathing was slowing down,
My lungs and heart were relaxed once more,
Until I heard dry leaves behind me,
Less than fifty feet away,
It didn’t make sense,
I should have heard the steps sooner,
I looked to my left,
Barely holding back a scream as I saw a paw land on the grass beside me.