A few days after,
Envy consumed me,
I learned for the first time,
Of what it meant to fear.
On my way back,
From gathering materials for Father,
I discovered the predators,
Of both the dead and the living.
When they noticed me,
After gorging corpses from graves,
I felt compelled to run,
Out of pure fear.
I knew,
At that very moment,
They would eat me.
As they soared to hunt me,
I ran for my undead life.
No matter how fast,
I tried to escape,
They flew closer and closer.
I was about to die.
At the very last second,
I screamed for my father,
He came immediately,
And slaughtered our predators.
After hugging my father,
For saving my undead life,
I knew then,
Everyone has a fear.
About the Creator
Serenity Zahnle
I'm a transgender poet. Started writing again after a few years of hiatas. I hope to find new people to connect with.
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