Don't Go Beyond the Wall
Malphos
My father told me
beyond the walls beasts roam
During the day, you are safe,
big hulking creatures being nocturnal
of course.
But when the sun cools
setting itself to sleep
behind the humongous hills,
the beasts’ hunger awakens.
They prowl
and you don’t want to catch their gaze
on account of you’re probably
just the tasty treat they’re craving.
The King Beast, their leader
is as big as a building.
His claws are black onyx,
glittering with blood in the moonlight.
His fur is thick,
tufts of black and brown and gray and green
almost invisible
within the foliage of the forest
They call him the Malphos
Ruler
Protector
of all the smaller beasts
Don’t venture beyond the wall,
he says,
unless you have a death wish.
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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I know this sounds weird, but that's how I felt about dolls. If I owned one, it would consume me. Now, at my ripe old age, I still hate them and won't have any in my house.