I live across a large open field, and on the other side are some really dark woods. Enjoy! |
-From The Trees- by Keaton Foster From the trees There is a scream Less human More beast Less calming More terrifying I don’t move I refuse Ten yards in front Deep is the forest Nighty yards back Expansive is the meadow The safety of home Far from this place Those that I love Even further away I am more alone Than ever before From the trees Again it shrieks To me it calls out Come closer Step into my throat So that I may consume All that you are Or could ever hope to be Fate has brought you to me Even if you flat out refuse Despite any effort to flee This here and now Is all about you and me Step closer and you’ll see Step closer and you’ll believe From the trees After such words It lets out another scream Less human More beast Less calming More terrifying Overcome by choice I decide to turn back In an attempt to flee Certain that I’ll make it Sure that the further I run The longer I will come to live The first step is followed By several more Just as my heart fills Just as my mind ponders I’m sure that I’ll make it From the trees Leaps A great and powerful beast What is several steps for me Is just a quick few for it Its body slams into mine Knocking me to the ground Knocking my senses wild I’m on my back Facing straight up Scrambling for thoughts Struggling to embrace logic Fighting myself to define What is quite certainly real Standing over me Is the beast From the trees Its eyes Furious and red Its teeth Both pointed and worn Its fur Darker than ever before It hands As big as any mans Its claws Pointed and stained It looks down at me Studying each detail With clarity and precision Its further adds I warned you I assured you that fate Is what is in charge here And that any attempt to flee Would be quite pointless This day and this place Has always been About you and I From the trees I’ve come for you Back into the darkness I will now take you In that maddening place I will always keep you Nothing you could say Nothing you could do Will change any of this So don’t It grabs my legs And it begins to drag me off Into all that it has promised Into all that it has assured me Fate has long since had in store From the trees It has come for me Regardless of what I wish Of what I desire most With such a beast I must go I am And have always been Just too weak Just too frail To put up a fight When it has mattered most This time won’t be different… From The Trees Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |