alrighty, this is just a short poem that i wrote about one of my favourite movies, The Village. tell me if it makes sense. read and review and (hopefully) enjoy!
Beyond the Hill
The bells toll
They go inside
They slam the doors
And then they hide
They hide from those
Who were bad red
Who haunt our woods
And wish us dead
And in the morn
When all is still
They still feel scared
Of beyond the hill
-Bex-