Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Ballad

Hurling through the trees,
A creature stirs in the night.
Nearing the town with haste,
All shake with fright.

Listening with anxiety,
All waiting for it to emerge.
Not know what’s to come,
Insanity begins to surge.

Swiftly the creature comes,
Closing in on the town.
Horror fills the people’s hearts.
Ordeal is coming down.

Only seconds before it shows,
Leaping for the tree.
Startling the people,
Stood a little monkey.

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