Found Out

We are being pursued; There is only one way to run: Towards the cliff. After that, we have to find a way Down. The first reaches the edge: She ties off a rope To A rock At The Edge. She quickly descends Followed By The others. I look behind me; \They are gaining. One by one We vanish Over The Edge. I am last. I let them ahead. Fear is nothing to me- There are worse things Than Death. They are coming Fast, Too Fast, And I am at the Edge. Quickly my brain shouts, ‘Untie the rope!’ If I left it, They would Follow. The only thing I can do: Jump. Fall. They are nearer. I call down to him, ‘catch me!’ He is transfixed As I turn to face Our foes And With A Gleam In My Eye I find myself grinning. I lean back And Fall; Praying That He Catches Me.