The Wood Monster

 

Last I remember,

It was some time in November.

I was shoved in a van

With a life-time ban

 

From the rest of the world.

If from the van I was hurled,

Expected to survive in this area,

Just I thought things couldn’t get hairier.

 

The darkness crept into my brain,

It made me go insane!

 

Why am I here?

I feel skittish like a deer.

My face is contorted!

How do I sort this?

 

All the ghosts and spirits,

Wail so loud that beetles can hear it.

I watch as trees bend,

How much sanity can I spend?

 

Is this real or is this fake?

This is more than I can take,

I wish to be out of this place,

Then it reared its face.

A terrible monster with widened eyes,

It seems as though all the grass has died!

It reaches for me with its claw,

That is dripping with gore.

 

I scream and off I speed,

The monster follows full of greed,

As it screams for a part,

Of my beating, red heart,

 

I run and run at a speedy pace,

But it does not tire of this chase.

As I struggle to breathe,

It continues to plead.

 

Suddenly the odds are in my favour!

As a cabin appears full of splendour,

I fling open the door,

Though the lighting was poor.

 

The windows are scratched,

And the curtains are patched.

I feel a sharp shot of pain,

And am never seen again.

By Megan D - Year 7