Snapping Twigs Poem by Lizzy Scott

Fitful sleeping,
Tossing and turning
Hearing the faint and eerie
Howl in the distance.

In the howling woods
Something stirs,
A daring yet impudent soul
Quarreled with what ought not be remembered.

Forgotten in the darkness,
It beckons for an unknowing victim…
Cold blood red eyes that reach
Into the darkest parts of humanity…

It sees, but is not seen.
Cut off from infinity,
Trapped in one day,
One singular unexpecting night

A soul which is not,
To terrorize where it may…
Unheard of, unknown,
A single twig snaps under its
Seemingly weightless form…

A single scream,
A victims cry
Reaches across the hills,
Beckoning to be heard
But quickly dissipating
Like miniscule vapors.

It utters a cry,
Its victim now seized
Clicking hushed laughter
In a sickly elated delight
As it slowly and painfully distinguished the life…

The life that had fame,
Fortune, a life on the edge…
But at what price,
You may ask?
At the price of…
Two score and five years…
Till yet the second meeting with the devil.