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Lightning rents the sky, forebear of a terrible storm.
He runs, a rabbit with a hungry wolf on its heels.
But like that rabbit he cannot escape the terror.
It's coming closer, that hungry fearsome blade,
Hungry as love and hate for the taste of blood,
Haunting his darkest dreams and nightmares.
speed to his failing feet,
The hopeless desperation of a doctor
Fighting to save his fast-failing patient,
But his battle is to no avail.

His face turns pale, pale as the knife, plunged into his chest.
Blood hot as fire races from his gruesome wound.
The grim specter of death makes his appearance
And will not leave till another soul is taken.