Thin and spidery,
monsters move.
Monsters are born.
At midnight I awoke,
tears streaming down my face.
Sir Gray Death robbed me of my adventure
and gave it to you.
Before dawn
was my first adventure.
I only worked,
in time
with my pounding heart.
The forest, dark as dusk.
The trees huge.
Bright flowers,
blurry,
dots of sunshine
in the twilight.
But My first monsters
Are spiders.
Source: The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine.
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A Book of Found Poetry
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