Zero Chance Poem by Casey Peiffer

After the long night
Begins, I hear the sounds of a lone
Cricket chirping the night away.
Dare I say, the sound
Envelops my ears
Far away, I hear another sound. My feet slide through the
Grass. "Why did I decide to leave my
House? "
I wondered as I continued my long
Journey into the woods. A
Kind stranger told me of a
Legend about these woods.
Monstrous creatures roam freely,
Nothing standing in their way.
"Once I get there, what do I
Plan to do? " I
Questioned myself.
Respect. Is that what I'm looking for? I
Stop. Hesitant on what to do. The wind howls through the
Trees.
Underfoot are branches that were once on the very trees next to me.
Vendetta that's what I was here for. Still,
What was I wanting to accomplish?
X marked the spot the very spot I was looking for.
Young trees stand next to it almost planted on purpose.
Zero chance of survival. I'll prove them wrong.