Don’t run.
They’ll be on you, if you run.
They will chase you, if you run.
They will eat you, if you run.
You’ll die, if you run.
If you don’t run, you’ll live.
If you don’t run, you’ll live here, with me, forever.
If you don’t run, I’ll always love you.
If you don’t run, I’ll always love you…
Until I don’t.
Run.

A poem for Changeling: Lost or Dreaming

performed here https://youtu.be/qW8YP8ZGtOU?si=UwlLuwygToafq9PJ