A drop of rain

A drop of rain,

A lightning flash.

 A burst of yellow, 

When he walks past.

A raven’s wing, 

Peculiar thing,

It’s gleaming, beady eyes.

He sets it down, 

The muddy ground,

No child, please don’t cry.

A drop of blood,

A thunder crash.

He’s running now, 

No looking back.

He slips and falls,

He tries to crawl. 

He looks around, 

Nothing to be found.

Nothing—

It walked towards him. Slowly at first, but began to pick up pace. He couldn’t tell what it was. Some kind of creature, with wings and giant antlers— no, branches— stuck to its head. Except it was dark. Too dark. It looked like a shadow had come alive. Maybe it had. 

He jolted upright. breathing in deeply— he looked around him...