Jungle Danger - Poem by Alex M.ller
A step onto the jungle turf creates an eerie sound,
An echo through the ancient trees sends shivers down your spine.
Poisonous flower petals float down, through the foliage to the dark ground,
Monkeys soaring through the branches, their bodies start to entwine.
They begin to feast as the sun sinks down
On the flying vegetation that lives in the undergrowth.
Another step encloses you; the thin leaves and sun create a shady brown.
Light and crisp, the farther you go, it'll never break its binding oath.
It corners you in; all the trees look alike,
And every meter walked, athousand eyes watch you,
Never changing, waiting for their chance to strike.
Finally, it happens; off goes your leg, bitten right through.
Out go your lights and upon you beath is bestowed.
The jungle is still until the next viction journeys onto Death Road.
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