Genre: Horror
Plot: A monster who lures victims with sounds of a baby crying.
Words to use: forest, trail, hunt, seek, prey, smell, bait, empathy, darkness, scales, voice, memory, fear, mistake, instinct.
A Poem of Horror
My memory clear, the sound, echoing through the darkness that encircled me.
The forest wasn’t too far away. Just a thud of a heartbeat away.
It created an innate feeling of fear, almost dread as I watched the trees,
They seemed to ebb and flow like waves of the sea. It came from stories told,
trying to capture oohs and awwws from their captive audiences that went overboard. It was real and the presence was felt by the hairs standing up on the back of your neck.
A began as it usually did, with a mistake being the main theme. Told over tea and sympathy.
A trail wove its way through a dark wood, a voice, crying, a baby lost, abandoned. Where was its mother? It demanded empathy.
Come find me, it screamed through the trees.
A mother’s instinct heard the cry and responded, never to be found again.
The baby, a projection. They went on a hunt, and found what they had to seek.
It felt strange, no one would leave a baby, alone, in the dark forest, what monster would do that? One evil and cunning. Devoid of conscience and decency. With spindly arms, jagged jaws, teeth dripping malevolence.
It had only been bait. But a failure, the cries continued.
Scent of milk, captured on the moss and bark. It dripped and festooned the brush.
Unconditional love, the rationality of humanity on one of its own, the most gentle and fragile. No one could resist, the baby monster knew it.
How could you measure that on the scales of justice?
I hear the cry, echoing toward me, reaching fingers of dread, weaving through the drips of sweat from my brow.
I ignore the thing, that creeps and lures. My heart as stone.
In the distance, I see,
eyes that glow, long fingers of black against the bark.
The cries ceased, the fight begun.
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