The oak leaves danced with the whistling wind.
The howls of wolves and the murmers of owls penetrated my ear.
My footsteps slowly turned up to be fast accompanying the heart beats.
Torch fading its light over my path, made me blind in that desserted jungle.
Stumbled and fell down, kissed the soil.
Smells like rotten meat.
Lit up the lighter which flamed to show the bloody corpse in front.
The mind argued with the eyes to make me belive it's a leftover...