The air tries to stop me
Bony fingers rip and cling
It shrieks in my ears
The cries seem to sing
With all its might it pulls and grabs
Every shred of its essence, quivering mad
I fight right back
I push to go faster
Sweat beads on my brow
Body brimming with laughter
The howl is ear-splitting
It’s too late to stop now
Defeat makes it crazy
Anger pours from its great maw
I fly down the stair set
The screams fade away
The beast is all gone now
It has no more to say
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