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.
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