monster

The withering flower on the unspoken tree

The queen at her castle begging on her knees.

The sky is loud and the waters calm

The birds no longer sing happy songs

The animals in the forest no longer explore

There is something slithering that much is for sure

Behind all the shadows in the dead of night

no where to be seen, out of mind out of sight.

children laughing with no thought to fear

but the monster is lurking

He starts to get near

The laughter grows louder it echoes the trees

The branches start shaking, down come the leaves

As the children skip playfully down the long grass road

Not knowing their laughter is selling their soul

The monster gets closer eyes glowing in suspense

The moment is closer his body gets tense.

He looks to his right, he looks to his left

The thoughts put to action Get ready get set

The laughter no longer, the playing has stopped

The voices have seized, the noise now has dropped

The souls have been lifted then drove into the ground

No more laughter, no more playing around.

No more skipping for fun, no more running for joy

no more warm beds to sleep in, or a favorite toy

once a stupid adventure they not knew to make

Not knowing their lives what was at stake