All in Encephalon
A somewhat horror poem in the forest

A lost traveler walking through the forest wood
Searching for road or town as best as he could
For two days he walked on end
Mostly silent, without company or friend
The sun had gone down and along came night
With the moon risen high shining its dim light
The traveler said, “Where in the world could I be?”
For all he wanted was to return to society
With food and water being his only desires
Along with a soft bed for he tires
“Why oh why did I veer off the path?”
He said with a cry
“Soon shall death have the last laugh”
He said with a sigh
He continued to walk on now nearly blind
When suddenly pain had struck his mind
Then he heard an owl’s call
Turning his head to a tree
A tree that was not that tall
There the owl sat upon its pedestal
It’s glass eyes piercing into the man’s soul
“You’ve been following me throughout the day”
The man said as he starred
“Why do you refuse to go away?”
He asked as if it cared
The man then heard a rustling sound
His head tilted and looked all around
He yelled, “ Who is out there?”
Hoping it was neither lion nor bear
There was no response, but one thing was clear
Something bad and dangerous was near
Then out of the shadows something came
Something large and unknown and without name
In response he ran
Running as fast as he can
The man kept running , not daring to look back
For he feared that this beast would lash out and attack
And so he failed to see the creature
Or notice its lurid features
Except for its eyes
Which were narrow and red
An omen and sign
A sign that he’ll be dead
Not sure if he’s going west or east
So long as he got away from the beast
“Get away from me!”
He said as a plea
Running and running he did go on
Hoping the beast would soon be gone
But after running for some time
He came to the end of the line
Now he stood at the base
Of a cold stony cliff face
Toward his left and right
Boulders blocked his sight
He was trapped
With no other path mapped
He could not climb
There was no time
Then he heard a rustling sound
And fear had set in, he was found
In the light that was dim
The monster had found him
A heart at fast pace
And fear on his face
Back against the cliff
His body stiff
Nowhere left to run
His time is done
He cried, “Get away!”
Thinking it’d obey
The beast came more near
Staring into the eyes of fear
The man sank towards the ground
His body slowly sliding down
Whilst screaming in fear
With eyes about to tear
The monster towered over the man
Enveloped in shadow from hand to hand
Except for those red eyes
The eyes of his demise
It was indeed the last he saw
Before darkness engulfed all
The forest was silent once more
Just as it was minutes before
Then an owl fluttered down
Down onto a trees arm
It's the owl from around
Who watched the man in harm
The bird looked towards the cliff's base
Where a corpse sat with a lifeless face
No air went in the body
No heartbeat audibly
The body starting to pale
The cold making the skin stale
Fear and panic in the eyes remained
On the face of the one unnamed
But on said figure
No blood lingered
No scratches in sight
No signs of a fight
The screams seconds before
Were suddenly no more
Why did that man shriek
As if he saw a freak
The man had seen something
But the owl saw nothing
If that be the case
Then why did he run
As if being chased
When chasing him was none
Then at the cliff he stopped and screamed in despair
When there was nothing yet he yelled at the air
How come he sank down
Down to the ground
Nothing stood over the gentleman
Yet something frightened him
So much so that death
Had taken his breathe
What was happening in his mind
That led to an end of this kind
What did he see
That made him flee
Who would know, now that he is gone
For it was all in his encephalon
About the Creator
Thomas Fathoms
Still finding my voice through writing.



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