• Lights floated in the distance, reflecting the water which is held onto the grass. But as draped beneath the darkness, the noise stops. The sweet silence of moonlight falling, the air stood still. Suddenly the lights disappear, a sudden shaking of the earth. The voices of the forest call in, they take all control. It says it is the truth. Listen aloud or not you will see, all of its furry. Listen and follow, do not disobey, or it kills, so it says. So listen and follow is what it becomes. The dark begins to shift, like beings of the nothingness, the air turns cold, and begins ro run. It is comming, but what is it? Run away and leave, but it always follows, always in your ear. Running and running into the forest, trees flash by. Footsteps beat upon the ground, while something is beating like a drum. the voices know my thoughts, my every wish and desire. A sence of anger, and then sorrow come upon all the the air around. The wind that was once whistling in the trees has calmed, to make a quiet tune. Upod your knees you realize, all the shadows you are in, the green glow of the trees beneath the moon, and everything is quiet. Through the drops of sadness which blurr the world, you see there is nothing, nothing to fear.