The caves are not what they seem.
They wind into the mountain going deep.
Sleep well young child for soon you will see,
The horrors that wait, through the trees.
Shining your flashlight into the cave,
Thinking you hear someone needing to be saved
Walking deep into the darkness,
Telling no one was thoughtless.
Many have disappeared,
None close enough to hear.
For the monsters, they lay in wait
For the next person to walk into their cave,
Their biggest mistake.
YOU ARE READING
The Collection
Short StoryHave you ever met someone on the street and been dumb enough to follow him home? No? That's probably a good thing. She meets a man who has a collection of books, magical books. She listens to the tales of the books that want to be read.
