A Poem Against Procrastination

Written for All Hallows’ Eve, though not, in the end, used for its intended purpose (horrifying teenagers).

Once there was a village in the woods, and every night
at sunset they would gather and would make a fire burn bright –
for warmth and roasting sausages, and dancing all around,
but also necessary to protect their little patch of ground;
for hidden in the dark of night were monsters in the woods
in whom was little thought of deeds benevolent or good.

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