The Creature
As farmers corralled their animals and turned out the light,
Evil descended upon the world.
It began snaking
Creeping
Stalking
Everyone a target for attack
By dusk, smog slithered over the hillside,
Trees shuddered with unease.
Gourds instantly decayed.
Critters tensed with the fear of oblivion.
Beyond the horizon, Evil descended upon the world.
From the ashes, a creature began to stir.
A creature that shrieked with fury
A creature that ripped its way to victory
A creature that could melt the will to survive
A creature of Evil
The soul glided down the knoll and into its killing vicinity.
As he traveled, the sky turned to gray.
The flowers wilted into ash.
Birds silenced their love songs.
Mud hardened into stone.
On the night of the creature’s birth,
The world became prey.
No way to escape
No way to fight
No way to survive
Evil descended upon the world.
Katherine Krievs, Editor-in Chief, Class of 2021