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The endless walls.
A valley of shadows.
Sprinting through the dark and never turning back, he must make haste with the scraping of the bronze tingling his back.
Sharp metal piercing through him, he could feel it. Impaling him till fallen on his knees, begging for mercy upon the blood-drenched floor, he inhaled the dread.
Bounding with determination. His muscles loose yet tense from running for his life. The stars wield their flaring glows, lashing at the darkness creeping behind him. They led his feet across the shadows where his enemies lurked.
Eyes all watching, never ceasing…
David breathed.
A voice or two teased his ears as he whipped in every direction but to only find it to be his imagination. The mind playing games and coming up with images he dared to not dwell…
Overwhelming, a thorn in his flesh. If he could shake away the terrors and the eyes pinning his back, he'd be free from the exposure of teeth gnashing and the armies prowling from behind with their snarls slicing the air. In exile, he squeezed into every crack or crevasse he could find to hide away from the one shadow he trembled before, a shadow he slipped away in sight at any given moment. It looms like a tree with branches hanging, claws stretching out no matter where he went. The spears brushed his heels and shuddered him of the memories of this man.
Saul, oh Saul, a hot-headed beast.
The king snaps with the teeth of a wolf, and howls through the night to muster his troops across the wilderness. He dwells among the shadows. He slaughters all who pass. A deranged demeanor he conceals, for he never rests till he has his head cut off. And he races across the dust of the country from this madman without a cause, a constant questioning pelting him of what he had done to the king to be pursued. Such questions rose and thrust him down in the guilt he sank.
Running and running… never to stop. Panting. Quivering. No rest.
On the verge to collapse, to be sprawled in a puddle of lost hope, worries and fears strained his mind and drained all perseverance to live. How long shall his feet beat the earth for his life to be saved? He cringed at the thoughts coursing through his head full of torment and desperation.
The eyes all pinned upon him, never out of their sight. Oh just a wink of sleep or a light slumber would mend his withered bones piercing through his skin thin and cracked.
But the weight lifted whenever the thought of his beloved sprang yet clenched his heart of the eagerness he sought to see the face of his long lost lover. The promises… their love… They kept him wondering through the night as he counted each star to distract his mind overgrown with thorns that grew over the years. It scarred his contemplations and left scratches bleeding out his bliss, but the love for his beloved stood strong and lingered the hope he held.
We will meet again, my Jonathan. Nothing can hinder us from reuniting with the promises I’ll keep.
Emotions surged and flooded his senses. Hope and no hope. The courage and will to live swayed as he yearned for the embrace of his dove and for the shadows to reside for a moment of peace within his beaten heart.
Eyes all around, all watching his every move… Never to halt. Forever to run.