Poem: Lord of the fliesThis is a Poem I wrote about the book The Lord of the Flies.
Responsive & InteractiveIn the trees,
in the background, of all that’s around the boys the beastie waits, for an opening there are a many openings but he waits for the perfect one. finally he sees it...pigs! Pigs are to be hunted, to unlock the boys inner savage. The pigs will open a hole in their mental barriers, for the beastie to plant seeds of insanity. Most boys have succumbed to the beastie, and became savage, like Jack, and Roger, whom he’s had control over their minds in the least since the beginning of it all. Now all that remains are the few that try to resist, the horrendous Piggy, Ralph, and Samneric. Those four boys could ruin all the beasties fun. Now it’s only a matter of time ‘till they are all gone and, only chaos remains on the beastie’s island. And there was pretty much only chaos on the island, Jack in “command”, and Ralph on the run. until that horrid moment… that naval officer stepped foot on the beach of the BEASTIE’S island. |