An Evil Within

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William Golding Lord of the Flies

Found Poem

Pg. 37, 90-117

The Chill of Dawn

Feet, fragile and white.

I sat, trembling, defeated 

The sounds of a nightmare 

Re-Echoing through my ears

Pg. 18,44,50-70

Broken Glasses, visions of

Hitting, biting, scratching

“Kill him. Cut his throat. Bash him in.” 

The sound of blood like raindrops, bloodthirsty

Uncontrollable, consumed by savagery 

Dreadful moans, locked by

An oblong of darkness, untold terrors

Pg.39,50-80

A fading comfort, fragments of

Lost passion and dreams

The longing of safety, preserved

Only by memory, broken and invisible

By the horrors of the island

Pg.14, 27,44, 100-130

Glimpses of shadows plunging into the darkness 

A view of death, foul and inescapable

All remained were lost cries

Of fallen angels, masked under 

The laughter of the beast. 

Lord of the Flies

A bath of heat, a vision of red and yellow
Danced and trembled against the faces
Of dark and concealed figures
Only blurred sunlight, stripes of colour leapt into visibility.
They passed like shadows under the darkness
With the silence of the forest, amid the shadows of beasts.

Towards the lagoon, among the creepers and broken trunks
Along the shore they carried themselves.
Darkness was a place of scar
Hearts shaking, violence approaching and noises squeaking
But they had no fear
Life was visible among them
They delightfully laughed and fiercely continued on their hunt.

Bushes crashed ahead
Tusks gleaming, shouting boys.
Clouds opened to let down rain
The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering
hesitating, blood was staining the sand.

Pale skin reddens under the burn of the slanted sun,
Sweat and grime, calluses and raw skin,
Bodies craving the taste of meat and the comfort of a home,
Order and structure lost to the chaos of desperation
Alone, lost, fearful, and yet so free.

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Found Poem ( Lord of the Flies). Hana, Tomo, Clark, Vincent, Sally

Illustrated Faces

A bath of heat, a vision of red and yellow
Danced and trembled against the faces
Of dark and concealed figures
Only blurred sunlight, stripes of colour leapt into visibility.
They passed like shadows under the darkness
With the silence of the forest, amid the shadows of beasts.

Towards the lagoon, among the creepers and broken trunks
Along the shore they carried themselves.
Darkness was a place of scar
Hearts shaking, violence approaching and noises squeaking
But they had no fear
Life was visible among them
They delightfully laughed and fiercely continued on their hunt.

Bushes crashed ahead
Tusks gleaming, shouting boys.
Clouds opened to let down rain
The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering
hesitating, blood was staining the sand.

Pale skin reddens under the burn of the slanted sun,
Sweat and grime, calluses and raw skin,
Bodies craving the taste of meat and the comfort of a home,
Order and structure lost to the chaos of desperation
Alone, lost, fearful, and yet so free