The Wendigo
Poem about Stephen King's 'Pet Semetary' wendigo.
I don't own 'Pet Semetary'
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It watches,
It waits.
It influences,
It baits.
He led them here,
Long ago.
It killed them,
Days in a row.
They rise,
He touches them.
The living gape,
And that was when,
They ate their brethren,
They ate their cistern.
Every generation,
No matter how they're warned,
The cannibals come.
They eat those that they have scorned.
Still he watches from the burial grounds,
They rise and they starve at his touch.
None of the hounds,
None of them that were raised.
They were fine,
They were sweet.
Then it happens again,
After fifty odd years.
Someone buries his son,
Killed in the street.
It is not merciful,
He did this feat.
He should have fallen,
But he did not.
For It wanted,
His heart to rot.
The toddler called Gage,
Killed by a truck.
Put in a buried cage,
Then with no luck.
Became mean and nasty,
He killed.
His father did away with him,
When nightingales trilled.
The father buried his wife,
She came back to life.
The Wendigo touched her,
It changed her.
Now death and decay,
Is part of everyday.
Because of the Wendigo.
(I am a line break. Fan fiction likes to make the authors life hard and delete line breaks, please ignore me.)
Authors note
I am aware that in Stephen King's novel the wendigo didn't make them go cannibalistic, but that is the basic lore about them, and I'm sticking with it. But making them cannibals (or at least hungry for blood) would explain why most of the animals didn't attack humans, and the risen humans tried to kill the other homo sapiens.