By: Likeh_Omah_Jikah. Artiste; CEO- LIKEH-O-J-B.org. writer of ‘A DANCING MOON’ (poem). A singer & a song-writer. A lifestyle blogger. And a BELIEVER.
The car climbed higher into the blowing ice.
She turned and tacked along the front edge of the storm.
Eastward and then South, till the morning light.
Trudged up ahead of the others then stopped.
The engine had drowned,
Out all other sounds. Below,
The dogs and men seemed,
To cling to the ice. Their,
Lights had found him and,
The dogs and men went crazy.
Hold it right there! Someone had shouted in spasm.
He backed his way into the main tunnel. Then,
Started to crawl West. After thirty feet the air seemed to cool.
There’ he felt a slight breeze coming from the left.
The tunnel followed the slope,
Of the hill down to the secret,
Door. After several yards the floor,
Became icy. He started to slip,
Skidding and picking up speed.
He slot along through the darkness and slammed against the door.
He pulled his legs under his body and lay on his back.
Kicked the door open he was completely naked and didn’t really know.
The blast of “coldair” there was a deep cut in the arch.
The strange, warm sensation in his rightfoot,
Made him reach down to touch it slowly.
Then, a bright flash of light from the Lakewood,
Illuminated the blood against the clenching snow.
Behind him he could hear the dogs and men.
So, he began Running.
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