The Beast
Lord of the Flies
By: Hannah Wang
A pretty pink beach with seashells galore
a cream pink conch washes ashore
blow into it, a mighty sound
calls a meeting from all around
What should we do, trapped in this place?
No grown-ups here, what an interesting case
we must start a fire so we can be saved
and while we wait, we must behave
Eating fruit as our food
but that's not enough, we conclude
we paint our faces like an Indian mask
while we do this horrid but exciting task
Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood
she squeals, kicks, and falls with a thud
All seems well, but we hear bad news
A beastie among us, which seems to amuse
The mulberry boy just won't let it pass
oh, it nothing, just some tall grass
but then we feel like something is off
erie silence, not a sneeze nor a cough
Jack and his tribe don't seem to care
it's only Ralph and Piggy that feel despair
also Simon, acting strange
going to that alcove without a change
The Beast is a pig with flies all around
The Lord of the Flies has been found
you knew didn't you? it said
I'm apart of you, not just a pig's head
The Beastie is a gloom of evil in our soul
the pitch black tar of hate that fills us full
Simon is the only one who understands the truth
of why we are like this, robbed of our youth
But it seems too late, Simon is beaten and killed
malicious jeering laughter, the air is filled
small silver fish with fiery red eyes
swim around Simon until the sunrise
It's total chaos for the the bond is broken
A new type of evil in the boys is awoken
Split up into two different clans
one is bad with very dark plans
Piggy's glasses hold power to make fire
that's the only thing that Jack desires
attack on Piggy, get ahold of his glasses
kick and punch, the tribe harasses
A bright burning evil, flies through each tree
fire everywhere so Ralph cannot be free
a moment of horror, right before death
one more sniff, one more breath
Ralph is spared, but Piggy dies
before Ralph could even say goodbyes
A ship docks near the sand
A sea captain walks onto the land
They are rescued but there is no joy
For there was a death of multiple boys
tears of shame dance down each face
for the loss of childhood and grace
Hopeless burning shame comes out as tears
the cry for the shame of facing their fears
realize the pain, the terrible cost
they weep for their innocence is lost
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Lord of The Flies Poem
FanfictionYeah so I wrote this for English and I think it's epic. And NO, I did not copy it from the internet (like 10 ppl asked me that, I know, I am that great. ) And I'm 13, a CHILD PRODIGY. So there. My friends. ** SPOILER ALERTS **
