Don't go there, please
The place where monsters exist
Don't blame me, if you go
Just like a boy did—long ago
He told me this tale of mystery
He said it's true, I guarantee
He didn't ever saw what it was
Yet when he heard it, he felt aghast
That night, he was castaway
To a place unfamiliar and faraway
He thought he was alone
But that thought was wrong
First, he heard a hissing sound
He guessed it was a snake around
But the grass were little and thin
And the trees were big and dark within
He laughed it off and went to wander
But a bone-chilling howl suddenly occurred
Like a mourn of despair for death
"Like a portent of peril," he said
Then thunders roared, he heard
It didn't came from the sky, he inferred
There was no lightning, nor trickles of rain
So he took refuge in a cave that's quaint
Deep inside the cave was horror
When he heard that dire laughter
He should've ignored or laughed back too
But the fact that that laugh was like his own voice too
He sprinted away and never looked back
To that cave of mimetic and dreadfully bad
He found this place filled with grim
And guess what? I was him
©PeculiarPat34
This is dedicated to a dear peculiar fellow, Fox-Kaa-223, with a peculiarity of mimicry, who supported this book and gave me wondrous joy. I couldn't thank you enough! 😊😊
YOU ARE READING
Peculiar Stories Untold
PoetryGood day, peculiar! PeculiarPat34, delighted to meet you! In this book of poems, I had recorded some-both the living and the dead-peculiars all over the world. Seek and gain the knowledge of certain peculiars and their history through this material...
