Can I say something,
my dearest reader?
Come on, darling,
don't look so meager.
Your face turns pale;
Why, I start to wonder?
Awaiting a scary story or two,
to tear your soul asunder?
This tale is not scary,
an intrigue nothing more.
Of one small adventure,
taken by a group of four.
They loaded their guns,
as they set out for bush.
But what they would find,
could turn hears to mush.
By nighttime they came,
stumbling into unknown dark.
Travelling across the land,
the treeline rather stark.
Though soon it's claws grew sharp,
lashing out at the group for fun.
Piercing screams erupted all around,
all they could do was run.
Blood splattered trees,
trickling from branches.
The leader's body was never found,
but at least his jacket matches.
The creature lurks in silence,
awaiting it's next form of prey.
Why are you running, reader,
don't you wish to stay?
YOU ARE READING
Dreamless Nights.
PoesíaA collection of poetry have written over the years, becoming more and more recent.
