Gnarled are the trunks
That rips apart
Fighting for our survival
With fear in our hearts
Art by: ChrisCold
Tag: beast
Day 4: Horrid Creatures – Poem
A creature so horrid, so deformed, that it could not possibly exist in this world.
Yet, such a creature lay before me, still withering in its deathly spasms
Though its body was grotesque – its meat was plentiful
I had many reservations eating such a thing
Not only of its hideous appearance,
its rat-like tail and gruesome fangs,
And gruesome fangs,
but also for what it had devoured before its capture
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Day 3: Luminescent Plants – Poem
All natural light is gone,
Save for a speck of precious yellow glow in the distance
Streaking between the branches above
Yet, the forest is illuminated
Glowing in different shades of purple
Some in light blue
Like a cave
I do not dare to stare directly at these luminescent plants
Who knows what they are made of
What they are capable of
Read the short story the poetry is based on here
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