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I DIED
Dan Herrick

I died last night, in the dark,
alone with myself and the rain.

In the dwindling daylight I
wandered the streets,
searching.
The drizzling rain accompanied me, something I cared little for.
Soon though, I knew, without looking back, that
someone followed me, so
I resolved to escape.
Ducking inside the alleyways,
I abandoned myself to the maze.
Surprisingly, he followed me still,
and soon I grew alarmed.
Foolish me, I fled inside
the boarded-up, rotted building.
Quickly and stealthily, I made my way
to the other side of darkness.
All way black, the sun had long ago fled.
The rain knocked politely at the door.
I found the door, and reached for it, but
it was flung open from outside.
The shadowy figure strode in, the black cloak swirling about him.
I scrambled back, slipped, and fell.
Then he was upon me, and
I could do nothing to resist, as
his hands locked onto my throat.
Then lightning flashed before my eyes, and I beheld
the face of my dreaded assassin.
Thunder rolled in my head as the Dark That Consumes
reached out its taloned hand for me.
The last vision I had, as the
lightning illuminated it,
was the face of the one before me.
The face was my own, and I finally knew
the Killer deep within me.

I died last night, and awakened this morning
refreshed as never before.
But now it's near dark, and time for me
to don the black cloak, and hunt myself.