|Moments of hatred (standard:poetry, 179 words)|
|Author: Unsun||Added: Sep 30 2000||Views/Reads: 2182/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
I think that I shall never see, something quite so frightening as a tree. Twisted limbs of old man Oak, reach out far as if too choke. Twisted gnarled deep going roots, suck out life from beneath our boots. Leaves that reach unto the sky, blotting the sun so smaller trees die. And when the tree can grow no more, it shall stand still dead among the gore. And by the tree lurks the beast, eyeing the girl upon whom he'll feast. A savage ravage gorey rush, the young girl's bones shall be crushed. After the final moment of aprehension, The young girl's mind shall know no tension. Snapping jaws and flying fur, soon the behemoth lunges after her. Among the woods, with hardly a sound, tranquility is lost flung unto the ground. Flashing jaws and bared white teeth amidst flayed young skin, next is you or perhaps your kin. And so to drain the world as does the tree, or perhaps the beast, less blissfully. Shows a life of living dread, for all things living must have hatred. Tweet
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