Sometimes, missing the mark means the world ends.
Free Problem
slack-jawed pose
as staring down
nothing there
in the ground
pit is gone
and so is dark
filthy swamp
intact, though.
good?
not today
and never was
have to find
and make it dust
heading back
turned and left
boots through swamp
tread through dread
now at home
all safe and sound
get new lead
and again set out
walking, stalking
sloshing feet
stagger struggle
to stay on feet
find a path
and sprinting starts
strange footprints
that hobble along
it was as feared
or so is thought
a hag is free
one long ago caught
sprinting charge
but now too late
they see the village
they smell its fate
they smell the fires
and flesh all seared
and chewed and chomped
gobbled near
bodies lying
here and there
some well done
and some just rare
hag likes variety
in meals she has
eating and chewing
but salting it down
May they find peace. For the rest of you, I’d keep searching. Us? Have a great day.