God of the Wood

Reads: 71  | Likes: 3  | Shelves: 1  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


It pulses and beats as nothing sane should.

Submitted: August 04, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: August 04, 2018

A A A

A A A


Deep in a forest of bleak eventide
A little boy sat in a hollow oak to hide.
Shaking and rocking, eyes unblinking;
Looking closer, “What could he be thinking?”

A question pondered by a party of hunters
Looking for game on which to supper.
Only to find this young lad in a tree
Unable to hear the Thing he can see.

“Where is your family?” they asked him, worried
To which the boy shook his head with a flurry.
His eyes were vacant, lost to the setting
“Poor boy’s scared out his mind, I’m betting.”

The others agreed and so lifted him out
Of the hollow oak tree as he kicked and shout.
“Leave me, please,” he screamed with a fuss,
“Or else It will come and eat all of us!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the hunters laughed,
Unaware of the silent and sudden cold draft.
The boy was shaken as his mouth lay gaped
For their window to flee was already too late.

The forest fell still, no life to be heard,
For the animals knew what horror there stirred.
It rose all at once, then sank once more;
Leaving the boy as alone as before.

He cried and cried; that poor, lonely boy,
Used once again as a bait and a toy.
Many have tried to save him who could;
Fed to the Ravenous, Deep God of the Wood.


© Copyright 2018 M. A. Yacone. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply