Forest Man

Kristin Knox Forest Man A muscular ragged monster, The villagers called him. Hides in the forest, Stealthily moves, completely unseen Able to spring arrows quickly, Thrice a time from a taught sinew, bow string All found their desired mark. Unreachable, unstoppable- Master of Archery. Villagers claim he is devoid of mercy Kills any who steps in his way That his voice finds any ear, Whispers taunts No matter how near or far his body hides A laugh so wicked It mortifies any nearby divine soul. The villagers are petrified of him, And of his rumored skills This man was no monster made to haunt dreams He was handsome- Like a lion on his pride. Brave, quick- Like the fleeting sunlight as the artist painted the sky No, this Forest Man was not immaculate; Not perfect, not talkative, not even trustful. Too many meaningful people grasped by the claws of the black, listless cloaked figure, too many horrors that burned in his past- Sister afraid of him Brother that wished him ill Father murdered in front of his childish eyes He hunts animals Not people He did not want any man dead Due to his hands. Little did the villagers know, He protects them from dangers ablaze, From enemies destroying lives, From burning down their quaint village, Protecting it with no praises and with only humble arrows of bronze.