49 - Scrape

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The water cascades over the rocks, flowing into the deep pools below.
Above the soft cotton clouds, surround the sun with her yellow glow.
We make our way most carefully, footsteps slipping over stone,
One wrong step could lead to danger, as we can feel we are not alone.

A sudden noise alerts us, whatever is following is now close by.
The sound, a scrape of metal against stone, then the most disconcerting cry.
Faster now towards the cave, cover we must seek, shelter we must find.
We rush into it's open mouth, safe from what horror follows behind.

We rush into it's open mouth, safe from what horror follows behind

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