Was reading LotF for School, and it disturbed me so much I had writer's block. So the obvious solution was to write a poem about it. Basically a ballad about the plot and the stuff that happens. Major spoil alert here obviously, but you might not understand it until you actually read it. The ending was kind of rushed, as I have to give back the book tomorrow so I apologize.

It happened too fast-
For the boys that is.
Falling with crimson metal,
Only to meet
(Meet and destroy)
Emerald forest
Leaving a long scar
Telling of the disaster.

Fair hair and golden tan
Greasy windbreaker,
glimmering specs
"I don't care as long as
they don't call me
Piggy."
A mistake,
that would cost him his life.

"No grownups?"
…
"No grownups!"
The conch called others
Like a sliver of sunset
on the civilization they knew.
From the forest they came,
Smeared in berry juice
and stains.

The beach
entertained evil.
A black shadow;
Choir boys
Following a flame of fury.
"Where's the man with the trumpet?"
Peering into darkness.
The flame saw a shock of
gold sun.
"No man." it said.
"Only me."
(Until the end)

The meeting was held.
The conch, uniting them,
Temporarily.
A leader was chosen
And the flame of anger
Was fanned.
But then the question;
Was it an island?
Three went to look
The flame, the sun,
And the cooling dark water
Between them.

Finally, atop a mountain
"This belongs to us."
A sense of power
And unity
Until they climbed back down.
It was questioned
"What about the beastie?"
It was decided
"We'll build a signal fire!"
Off they rushed.
So excited, yet
"Like a crowd of kids."

Flames consumed
All too well
"You got your small fire!"
Indeed it was small
For a blaze.
Epiphany happened
But it was too late
The one with the mark
Was gone.
The beastie
forgotten
For now

In the heat of the jungle
The flame spread.
Trying to make up
for his past error
("I was choosing a spot!")
Tracking his prey-
Pig
(at least for the moment)

Back on the beach
A clash of priorities
Huts vs. Hunting
Civilization vs.
Savages
Neither won.
(Or would win)
Like salt and sugar
So different
Yet so tantalizing
Together.
Miles apart.

Time passed
How much,
No one knew.
Nor did they care.
Not anymore.
Little'uns played,
Ruled,
Hurt,
And one helped break
taboos of society.
(Another would pay)
The flame wore the mask
That could never wash off
Red and white clay
To hide from the pigs.
Or was it from himself?

Despair ensued
A dim hope of rescue
On the horizon
Was quelled;
Like the dead fire on the mountain.
So hard did he run,
But the sun could not run fast enough
And rescue was replaced
With a hunter's chant.
"Kill the pig!"
"Cut her throat!"
"Spill her blood!"
The flame's desire quenched.
Running rampant,
Until he reached the fire.
The fire he was meant to keep ablaze.

"You let the fire go out."
"There was a ship!"
"We could have gone home!"
The anger fell on deaf ears.
He was too full of glory
And blood-lust.
"There I apologized."
A sigh escaped the crowd.
A fire was built.
The meat was cooked.
And power was exerted
On both pigs.

An assembly was held,
Too late to decide.
The beast came back.
A snake,
A squid,
Them?
"What's the dirtiest thing there is?"
As laughter ensued, the poor dark water
Withdrew into himself
And failed to save them all.
A ghost.
That's what the beast was.
They'd kill it.
"Bullocks to the rules!"
"We hunt!"
Their society fell apart
And alliances were gone
Poor Percival Wemys Madison
Forgot his name.

A sign came that night.
They weren't alone in anarchy.
The "monster" from the air,
Descended upon the island.
The parachute of it's once humanity
Trapping it.
The twins saw it.
Saw the billowing and the movement.
They ran.
Didn't stop to think it through.
It was too late.

Once more assembly.
A chaotic meeting,
But it was decided.
They'd hunt for the beast.
Look in the one place
No one explored.
But of course,
It wasn't there.

The sun rose the next morning.
A shock of gold hair shook
He hadn't been clean in so long,
Why think about it now?
But he did.
He cared.
And he cared about the hunt
that followed
"I hit him!"
And he joined in the ceremony,
Afraid of himself.
"Just a game."
If only...

The search toiled on.
Once more,
the flame and the sun
Clashed.
No cooling water to divert them.
He'd gone back to help the poor Pig.
As the air boiled,
It was brought to light.
"Why do you hate me?"
But there was no answer.

Up and around they went
No sign of the beast
Finally, they had decided
To visit the mountain.
The flame, the sun and the
Taboo-breaker.
(Breaking much more than that)
Saw, and Ran.
The beast was there
Still trapped by the wind's torment.
And children's fear.

Once more an assembly.
But it did not assemble
"I'm not going to play any longer."
"Not with you."
The fire's hot tears
Only fueled his anger
Off he went.
To hunt
To live
As he saw fit.

As the remainder of
Civilization
Tried to save themselves
The hunters went on a rampage
Targeting the large sow.
They attacked
Assaulted,
Raped
The pig of her life.
"Right up her ass!"
When their violent ecstasy
Subsided,
The new chief spoke
"Sharpen a stick at both ends."
A gift to the beast.
The head of the pig.
Soon adorned with flies.
The hunters left it that way,
But it was not alone.
A small puddle of dark water
Stood watching in the shadows.

The flies came to worship
To gorge on the offerings
While their Lord reigned.
"Silly little boy." it grunted.
"Aren't you just a silly little boy?"
But this silly boy
Understood.
The Lord of the Flies was here
"-And I'm the Beast"
"I'm part of you."
"-so don't try to escape!"
He didn't.
Just sat there
Staring at the evil
That was in them all.
The Lord became angry
"You're not wanted."
Oh how he knew that.
He knew too much.
As the Lord of the Flies
Grew
He was swallowed into it's darkness
(Soon to be forever)

Upon awakening
The dark puddle
Got a splash of cold water
"What else is there to do?"
Toiling up the mountain
He finally met
The beast
Or what was left of it.
The stench of decay
And corruption
Brought him to his knees.
Slowly reaching for the cloth
He freed the parachute
From the wind
Setting the corpse
To a tired rest.
Staggering down the mountain
To tell the others.
He had forgotten
The Lord of the Flies
"-you'll only meet me down there."

Ignorant of the epiphany in the woods
The boys on the beach were
divided.
Some desperately flamed
The dying signal fire
Others:
"Me and my hunters are having a feast!"
And who could resist the thought
Of meat
So they all went.
Divided at first
Then united
By the sizzling, succulent
Meat.

Tensions rose
Power was questioned
And a hunter's dance
Began.
"Kill the beast!"
"Cut his throat"
"Spill his blood!"
The savages chanted
Waiting
For a beast
Or anyone.

Soon the dark water
Came flowing down the mountain
Too late
To save himself.
In an act of frenzy,
Spears flew,
The poet fell,
And the "beast"
Was dead.
Dark cool water
Mixing with ocean brine.

The next morning
"Are you the only one left?"
"Nobody else?"
The poor pig
The shock of blond hair
Sat glumly.
A word hanging in the air,
Dripping with knowledge.
"Murder."
"It was an accident!"
But someone still paid.

The savages were numb
They had only wounded
The beast
No one else.
Coming back from the hunt,
"What'll we use for lighting the fire?"
Only for food
(Rescue long forgotten)

Back on the beach
At night
The raid happened.
Blows exchanged
Power shown.
"I thought they wanted
The conch."
That symbol of power
Was useless now.
But the poor pig's glasses
Were not.

The final show of power,
Came that day.
The rest of civilization
Would confront the savages
(Yet why confront when you can turn?)
"No paint!"
"-we want smoke."
Why?
He tried to remember
Could barely.
The savagery he detested
Was eating his brain.

Up the mountain they climbed
"I'm calling an assembly"
The savages scoffed
The taboo-breaker
Threw stones
(for now)
Then the flame appeared
Engaged the sun in a fight.
"Don't you understand?"
"You painted fools?"
But they were beyond human.
And he was trapped.

Suddenly the earth jolted
Loosed it's mighty fury
The taboo-breaker
Was finally breaking
Something else.
The rock hit.
The conch shattered.
The spectacles
(Had he still had them)
Destroyed
Along with their owner.

As horror engulfed all.
The flame rose.
"That's what you'll get!"
A spear thrown
Ripped through flesh
Screaming through
The sun's skin.
He ran.
The twins stayed
The taboo-breaker
(Now a back-breaker)
Nearly broke the code of power.
And descended upon them.

Reality blurred now
As the one with the gold hair
Tried to save himself.
His friends;
Dead,
Taken by savages.
"-they made us."
"They hurt us."
"They're going to hunt-"
"-You."
"Roger sharpened a stick at both ends."

The sun had met
The Lord of the Flies.
Met him in the jungle.
Where his skull gleamed wickedly.
The sun had beaten him.
Broken him.
Yet he was still there
Worse than before.

The hunt was on
Run
Hide
Run
But it was no use.
The savagery consumed him
Eventually
Attack!
The island was on fire
The flame finally
Had spread too far.
(Such a nice signal fire!)

Run
Faster
They were gaining on him.
And suddenly
It didn't matter anymore.
"Hullo."
"Are there any adults?"
"Having a war or something?"
The rest of the boys were emerging
So normal yet so strange
To society
Poor Percival Wemys Madison
No longer knew who he was.

"Who's the boss here?"
"I am."
The sun finally had won.
"I should have thought-"
"-pack of boys-"
"-been able to put on a better show-"
"Like Coral Island."
But it was too late for these thoughts
And as the boys began to cry
Realizing their loss
of humanity
The officer couldn't
Understand.

Faces are washed,
Yet the clay was hard.
Hands were cleaned,
Yet the blood stained.
Civilization welcomed them
back.
But they were too far away
to notice.