Poem 6 edited
I know and understand the cynicism of most on this topic, but I can assure you that I have not invented any of this, so treat my poem with the seriousness it deserves.
It is a tale of forgotten events.
Things I'd pushed away from my mind as a child.
Things I did not believe we're real.
The Evil Tree.
To get to the gravestone we had to pass an old tree
One with a terrible history
A tale that ended, evilly
We walked through the dark woods toward the evil tree.
The mist hung the way it does normally,
but in an evil way.
The trees around the evil tree leaned away fearfully
Or some of them leaned towards the tree,
but less toward than they'd normally be
If it weren't an evil tree
The evilness of the evil tree
was so great that it hid it cleverly
By looking just like every other tree
Its roots were evil roots
Taking evil nutrients
That looked like other nutrients,
The evil nutrients fed the evil trunk
Like an evil woody chunk
Filled with standard sappy gunk
The evil gunk was in the branches too
The branches were evil through and through
They were deepest, darkest evil brown
With evil moss up and down
Swaying in an evil way
Like other branches day to day,
The branches followed on to the evil twigs
Twigs thinly evil; branches evilly big
Growing out ShArP AnD POINTY!
Like skinny arms, evilly jointy!!
But at the ends of these twigs...
Unlike ordinary twigs...
BUT EVIL LEAVES!!!!!
Everywhere were evil leaves!
Some of them high in the trees!
Some of them were on the floor
And on the graves I saw yet more!
And brown and red!
Many of them just lay down DEAD!
And if that were not enough...
I walked toward this evil tree
Unaware how evil a tree could be
As I bravely gained upon this pillar
I saw a hungry caterpillar
It was crawling in the normal way
Like caterpillars do every day
Slowly, it crawled
Twisted and contorting its body
Edging ever closer
I innocently reached down to pick him up
And that's when I noticed
The bite marks
In the leaf
An evil leaf!!
Time seemed to slow right down
I noticed too late, the evil brown!
I saw its evil greeny hue
And it's evil hairy back
Looking like other caterpillar do,
that don't give you a heart attack
Tick and tock
The time passed by
I saw the evil monsters eye
Raised upon an evil stalk
Wondering if he could scream or talk
What would he say?!
I'm an evil caterpillar
I will maim and devour these leaves
Not just the evil, the innocent too
Their life will be a tasty filler
And as their branchy mother greaves
She can watch me as I chew, chew, chew
Just like other caterpillars do
And then I'll grow an evil cuccoon
One with plenty of evil room
And hang high in the evil branches
Where nobody would take their chances
Outside, it's still and eerie calm
Inside I start to dis embalm
I flay my skin
And then begin
And after many evil days
You think you've lost my evil ways
Until I break
I'm born anew
My evil body grew and grew
The most hideously evil things
A pair of pretty butterfly wings!
And as I had this evil thought
I realised that I was caught!!
The caterpillar crawled on to my hand
strange enough I felt just grand!
There was not heat nor evil sting
Just this tiny little thing
I realised he wasn't evil
Less evil than a common weevil
I lifted high, held him aloft
When suddenly he fell back off!
I looked down on him, like a God
Lifted my foot and then I trod!
I now know what happened you see
He passed his evil on to meeeeeeeeee!!!!!!