This was a small Narrative Poem I made when inspired by the movie: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secretes. Do not own any of the Harry Potter franchise (as much as I wish I did), but the concept of this short poem is mine and mine alone. I really want to hear what people have to say so please review and don't hate mail me please. I'm all for constructive criticism, but I hate it when people start insulting writers and their work (if you don't like it, then give your reasons why so I can improve, no need for insults). Anyway, enjoy the poem and review Please!
The Serpent and its Prey
At night during a furious winter storm,
A man was seeking sanctuary from the chilling wind and pelting snow,
And in the dark in front of his vision did form,
A large open cave set beside a large and dying widow.
Sighing in relief the man strode into the cave and dropped his things on the floor,
And started to build a fire to warm his freezing bones.
Then deeper in the cave came an uproar,
That shook the entire cave of stone,
The man quickly arose and from the dark his eyes could see,
A large dark shape that filled the entire cave.
The shape was monstrous in nature and quickly made him wish to flee,
And its deep and throaty hiss threw all hopes he had to their grave,
The scaled serpentine body towered far above his own,
And upon looking into its large deep red eyes,
He had promptly turned to stone.
Thus the Basilisk, king of all serpents, received its long awaited prize.