It was a strange place in the woods.
The air was stagnant humid and it had the smell of routing animal
He ran stumbling on weeds that came up and grabbed at him as if they wanted him to stay forever
But he powered through constantly scanning
Scanning for the evil's of the forest that are trying to keep him there.
He ran until he got to a cliff scared and bruised and nowhere to go turned to fight
Then with a mighty howl the forest and its spirits sent forth its might
For standing in front of the boy a mighty wolf
Shaking the boy stood up and started running at the wolf all of a sudden with no fear
And since he was no longer afraid the forest had no power any more over him
The wolf ran off defeated and the boy stood there panting but not harmed
For fear is our true enemy it has the power to control our every action that we make and will haunt us Forever
Very true. That was a really great poem/story. I liked how you described what the boy was feeling when he was scared and how he felt when he over came the fear, how the fear was gone once he faced it.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting image, with the skull reflected in the pupil. I can see how it would inspire a piece about fear. Nice.
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