lay down on the frosty ground let blades of grass slide past your fingertips the moon beaming down it’s cold gaze
but don’t.
don’t you dare let your eyes fall shut.
don’t you dare slip away.
for if you do, nothing but darkness awaits and nothing good comes out of the dark
the long, clawed hand that will reach out grab onto your ankles pull you down to the depths of hell and keep you there
struggle and thrash and turn and scream it’s no use, no one will hear no one ever does lungs heaving until collapse salty seawater forced down your throat it’s like drowning, but in the night the water is fear, seeping in through the gaps the bubbles is joy, disappearing, one by one
falling falling slipping slipping dying drowning crying leaving
so this is why don’t get too curious of the mysteries of the night of the monsters in the dark
days and weeks and months flew by grazing past my ear like a dodgeball in PE the storm came quick but left just as quickly the howling winds turned into silence I didn’t know it would come but i didn’t expect it to leave it left a patch of destruction one that we were left to mend we paved the roads and fixed the houses as the storm proceeded to the next town it’s no longer with me, so whoever meets it next:
good luck.
wand waving heros in a school of magic
twenty-four children sent into an arena
one giant maze monsters of nightmares
greek gods and goddesses quests of danger
giant glowsticks as weapons a magical force
waking up in the future only to join a squad
a man back from war only to find his love gone
a girl who made three dresses and became a demon
a warrior from a foreign land found someone and never let go
they were only possible because a child once picked up a book and thought “I’m gonna do this one day.”
