The Hut

• Leonard Tang, Grade 5, St Ives North Public School -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

Haunted and malevolent, ghoulish and eerie,
Sturdily, the towering monster creaked and groaned.
This wasn’t your mansion so beautiful and cheery.
Chill in the air, sinister like a thief, the hut was owned,
Is owned, will be owned by witches, demons, wolves.

Abandoned and destroyed, the crippled hut stood.
Hail, sleet, fire, winds, the ghastly shed bore through.
Rumours say that nefarious magic runs deep inside its wood.
Never go there, my dear children, trolls make human stew!
But, one brave and foolish group casted the hearsay away.

George, the barber, died and fell to the shocking icy terror.
Kate, the young gardener’s daughter, fared no better with the fires.
Harry, a mighty, strong swimmer, flailed in the murky water.
And Daisy the dog bled to ruin, entangled in the cruel fence wires.
The souls of the four drifted away, towards the … somehow strengthened hut.