Ah! The night does fall and how the heart pounds
Sweet blue sky, no longer. I scratch and shout
Agony, close are vicious, vigorous hounds
At last, I am too weak, men are too stout.
Strange are sounds all about. Wild beasts stir, for fear
I am not prey, Through cold muddy water
Clinks of swords and echoes of men I hear
Frozen legs running. Free legs run faster.
Roads are not in sight. Nothing is in sight
I fall on a thorny bush, blood and torture
Suddenly there are many bright flashes of light
No face, ‘Tis hidden behind warm vapor.
I shiver and stir in bed, sunrise near
Occupied with preschool thoughts, have no fear.

--Sahib S., 7th-8th Grade