Forced

Out in the shadows,

In the depths of the night,

My feet pound down the path

Of the misty moonlight.

Although the night lives on,

With creatures who fear the day,

I run deep into their shadows,

Let come what may.

The pounding of my feet,

Evolves into cadence,

And drowns out the thoughts

That began this hiatus.

But I can't look back,

I must stare into the darkness.

Even as the warmth of light caresses my back,

I'm determined to pursue this madness.