Hunted Down

Hot crimson blood
splatters on the cold concrete
A scream is heard,
it freezes the blood.

The girl runs
gasping for breath
She slows with every step
and knows she can not escape
but continues anyway

She runs from the Shadows of Light
The killers of her kind
But it's too late,
they know the end
of the hunt is near.


(Make of it what you will, its from a very realistic dream I had)