By Tony DeLorger © 2011
In Regents Wood a darkness looms,
the cold silence of lifeless plume.
No furred or feathered creature dare,
to leave their burrows and nests or bare.
What creature walks this forest life,
does chill the hearts of all in strife.
It sleeps by day and hunts by night,
no sleep is had in shallow light.
For eyes so cold and claws so sharp,
do terrorise the meek at heart.
From silence come the cries of pain,
a ravaged life to end a game.
A bloodlust creature tearing flesh,
engorged with blood and guts bereft.
Of heart a savage beast enacts,
his feeding right of life subtracts.
When blood’s been let its evening’s plight,
the beast retires in morning light.
Then forest creatures come to life,
for one more day in peaceful sight.
Until the shadows long and dim,
tuck sunshine in its daily dream.
When monsters rise in Regents Wood,
and creatures tremble, in sleepless hood.
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