Disclaimer: I do not own Where the Wild Things Are or Max (although I wish I did, because he is fluffy and cute ^^)
Ok, this is a poem... which is not my strong point! So please leave constructive criticism/ reviews as I am trying to get better at poems.
It is the Ballad form methhinks ;)
Enjoy...
~*~ The End of Play Time ~*~
So he sailed on the rough edge of foaming sea
Towards a land holding his real destiny
Leaving behind, mammoth creatures of all kind
Watching him fade out of eye of mind.
He was but a child, bore the difficult task
To mend something sneakily sinister behind their mask;
A King of such, was he, with magic powers of dance
Sending them into a stunned silenced trance.
The spray white waves shook his boat of small
And he curled up into a fluffy wild ball,
Smiling, smiling, remembering his friends
To whom he helped make amends:
Their fur, shimmered in the tree shaded carnage of distant sun
Their laughs oozed, with the delight of such good fun,
Their stomachs rumbled in hunger like the thunder high,
Yet now their arms wave goodbye.
But only two, are truly grateful and now stand
Furthest in the shore, fur dotted in gleaming fine sand
Holding hands ever so discreetly, paws touching, claws clutching
Remembering their King and his small plight, to make things alright,
And they say ever so quiet though:
"Please don't go,
I'll eat you up, I love you so!"
Then, they turn and go.
As the boy travels, waves caressing the boat in the dark
He knows there is a welcoming spark
From the land he leaves to the East
A land with gleaming wild beast.
Little Max, will always remember...
Where the Wild Things Are.
Authors' Note:
I love this book. and recently I watched the film with the little one and we both cried when K.W says: "Please don't go, I'll eat you up, I love you so!"
We are whimps ;3
!Please Review!
XJuniX