The Chase

This poem is in one of the short stories I just finished up, (Play It Again). It may not make much sense to you without reading the short story, but here it is anyway.

The Chase

See the color on the pane

See the red blood thick

Cooling, giving, quenching thirst

Why don't you take a sip

Now it comes so be prepared

As evil does it's task

Wanting, taking, holding life

Within it's greedy grasp

There is more but you will find

A friend in all the haste

Calling, looking, helping those

Who're caught up in the chase

Feel the wind push through the air

The rushing sound is fear

Blowing, howling, pushing free

Now evil runs from here

Things are normal once again

Now you should leave this place

Running, screaming, hiding from

Those caught up in the chase