Running in Shadows

To the mountaintop he must fly Already halfway there For the beast awaits his arrival Calling him out loud and hard He stands intimidating Proud and gloating A show of power This soulless prowler Luring him deeper Under its spell Trying to wrap round Get that final hold But this night is different The tables

SIGNS

The first letter Of the first Word Put down and Purged The stroke of Midnight All Hallows Eve He always Believed Her to be a Witch Leaving him damned And cursed One thousand and one Her number on The list Nameless Faceless Meaningless Conquests The exact number Final word count At the end of first