The Monster
Let me tell you ,
of a tale .
A man ,
legends are made .
Like none ,
known before .
Hair strait ,
raven black .
Eyes fixed ,
burn like fire .
On the darkest night .
A lone stranger,
went out .
To venture forth .
To find the monster ,
devouring everything ,
in it's course .
The monsters eyes ,
black as coal .
It's cold dead skin ,
frighten to behold .
It's beady eyes ,
venture forth .
Destroying everything ,
in it's sight .
On the darkest nights .
My friend ,
came upon the monster .
By the old oak tree .
Sword in hand .
He did not cease .
Till he devoured ,
the beast .
The townsfolk ,
do sleep .
No longer frightened ,
of the beast .
By : William Goodson
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