Hearts of many are one.

I ran through the darkness,

Oblivious to all else but

our quarry weak from weariness.

I pushed my body to it's limits,

Faster, faster they called.

Failure I would not admit.

The wind in my face,

in my ears, my nose.

All the more they picked up the pace.

Faster, they called, FASTER!

I ran to keep up with the pack.

Even in this, I was no master.

I lived for the hunt,

Though I respected those

who were in the front.

The snow lept gaily

in our wake, faster and farther

we went down the great alleys.

Trees sped by,

we remained motionless.

All meaning of time died.

We continued to run,

Faster and farther,

But our hearts beat as one.