Followed

Footsteps quicken in the dead of night.

A chase, but not quite.

Nervous glances over a shoulder reveals ominous figures

Watching, listening

Following

The followed hurries, beginning to worry

But it’s too late. Imperceptive eyes have allowed the followers to create a cage

Two behind, one in front

No escape

Footsteps quicken, and then halt

And then are never heard again

The night carries on

Silent in its vigil

Peaceful yet ominous

Welcoming yet uncaring

As another set of footsteps disappears

Forever

One of the thousands of millions to walk upon its ground.

The night does not care that one disappears

It doesn’t even notice

The Night carries on

Silent

-Shayde