So, I wrote a poem for a little competition we were having in my school’s English club, and I thought I’d share it with you. The first two lines are obviously not mine, they are from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary
a stranger crept behind the door.
He carried an axe and nothing more.
The house was dark
and I was the last awake.
I had no way of knowing
this would be a mistake.
I walked to the kitchen,
my bare feet on the ground,
I was too busy to notice a distinct sound.
Footsteps came closer
but I didn’t turn around.
I thought it was my father,
but I was hit and fell to the ground.
My head throbbing
I awoke a few moments later
I hastened to sit up straighter
but my body was bound,
tight ropes coiled around
as I lay on the ground.
There’s blood on the floor,
I assume from my head.
I catch a glimpse of the culprit,
he must think I am dead.
He stalks away from the kitchen,
an axe in his hand.
I struggle with my ropes
and manage to stand.
But dashing my hopes,
I fall down quickly,
with a violent thud.
Hitting the floor
and splashing the blood.
I hold my breath for a while
listening for a sound
of his hostile footsteps
but no feet hit the ground.
I refocus my efforts
and stare at the rope
realizing quickly
I have not lost all hope
There’s a knot at my ankles
and one at my wrists.
I struggle and squirm
moving my body in all sorts of twists.
The knot at my ankles must have been done in a rush
for it’s quickly untangled
and falls with a hush
I wrestle in my place
sure to not make a sound
silently contorting my body on the ground.
Alas, my wrists come undone
and the ropes fall from their place
leaving me free to run
I head to the door, but stop in my place
when I hear a loud scream from above.
I turn to the stairs
and grab a loose brick.
the hairs on my neck standing up straight
Up the stairs I run
to the room on the right
With a quick flick I turn on the light
to find a man with an axe standing over my mom
blood covers the floor and her right hand is gone.
My father lunges toward the axe man
but retreats when he sees
a glimmer of metal thrust toward his knees.
Quick, from behind I charge
with the heavy brick in my hand
A blow to the head, I hit him hard
quick to the ground I watch him land
before I bash in his head
and let him bleed till dead.