*Through a third party's perspective*
Sleep come over him accompanied with a dream
Of his father doing something unthinkable too extreme
But in the eyes of them, it was the right thing to do
Something that was kept long over due
She ran, sobbing, begging for help
But his father grabbed her roughly, making her yelp
His knife glimmered as the sun came into view
His knife came down into her throat cutting straight through
Everything grew silent as their song ended
The "purification" was done, they all watched, all attended
He woke up with the thought of her covered in blood
But wanted to picture her as a lovely rosebud
YOU ARE READING
The Chrysalids Poems
PoetryThis is a school project i decided to put on here. For every chapter of The Chrysailds (there are 17 of them) i will write a poem. I hope you enjoy and if you haven't read The Chrysailds by John Wyndham there are going to be spoilers. I recommend...
