The eyes within the black hole
tremble with fear,
wondering if his last day
will end right now, right here.
Those shaking legs move farther back
to hit a cold dirt wall,
waiting and hoping life will be prolonged,
listening for deaths call.
The only sound which is heard
besides his breath in the dark,
is the sound of a thousand thumping feet
combined into a heart.
The footsteps from outside
are slowly getting louder,
a muffled sound is also heard
of a pack being set in snows powder.
He shivers all the more
in fear for life; for death.
Not in fear of dying itself,
but of its eternal rest.
A hand comes from nowhere
grabbing what's inside,
then and there he knows,
that he can no longer hide.
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