Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 52

He waged war for those who bothered him
He killed those who were at the brim of success
He knew the antidote
It was a secret written in his notes
He went into hiding
When his witch saw a vision of man striding
Across the battlefield carrying no shield
He asked to yield
But when refused
He would defuse
He would be killed by his creation
His own weapon one worth taking into notation
So he went into hiding
To avoid the man who would be striding
But every now and then
When the cuckoo clock strikes ten…
He’ll have his feast
And multiply the rumors of the beast
Now the story is done
Go,Go,Go run!
You’re our savior, You’re our only chance
Go and find the monster and foil his plans!
Centuries and decades pass in a heartbeat
Everyone eager to beat
The monster
Before he stirs
Generation after Generation pass
The savior’s still walking through the grass
After a long time
He found the village where the monster made his first crime
Ruined and crumbling
The walls were tumbling
Checking the houses
Standing by and watching scampering mouses
Under the rubble
Full of worry and trouble
There lay the recipe
There were no pairs of eyes to see
The writing like a snake
The parchment screaming fake
The paper was false
But the items on the list were in the monsters walls
Clever Monster hiding it near him
But the savior was no whim
Charging through the home of the monster
Seconds felt like hours
Mutant creations like giant lobsters
All disgraced like our
Monster…
We meet in the maze
He admits his intentions weren't to raze
A feast time to time
Was his only recent crime