This is for PFC's "A Prompt-Per Pokemon" Challenge. Prompt: Trevenant, A - write a shape poem. Reviews are loved!
I've lived
here in the
little wood
since I was
the tiniest
of children.
there were
these happy
light voices
whispering
to me kindly
to wake up.
I still don't
remember
why exactly
I had been
sleeping near
the corpse of
a long fallen
sycamore tree.
there was something else sleeping there too, something that smelled almost like the discoloured wood.
looking made me sad and my head heavy, so I rushed away. I played with people who looked like me.
one day I woke up a second time, and I was huge! I could stretch past the canopy and touch the sky!
unfortunately
I had no time
to be amazed.
because this
happened, I
had to play a
new character.
I was a king
no. more. games.
for. me. after all
there weren't
just nice kids
playing around.
we also had some
BULLIES.
big mean people
with weird soft
forms and friends
made of crackling
FIRE! FWOOSH!
and, really, we
truly love friends.
but, truly, we
really hate pain.
so I called out
to my kind young
playmates, & told
them to guide
all the scared
beasts and birds
to hide within me.
they could dwell there
forever, even, if they
wished. I just wanted
them to be safe.
soon I was filled by
worrying tears which
quickly shifted into
relieved laughter.
then, I moved the
great tall oaks,
the junipers,
the sycamores,
as if they were
my own many limbs
and I wreathed
the ugly-faced
bullies in hard
branches and
said honestly,
with a kind of odd
nostalgia stirring
in my heart(wood?),
"good night, little
ones. good night."