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All in Encephalon

A somewhat horror poem in the forest

By Thomas Fathoms Published 4 years ago 3 min read

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

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Thomas Fathoms

Still finding my voice through writing.

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