The One

• Aurelia Ngo, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

The one

As I surpass
There was a glowing sphere of warm, hot gas
Brightly, shining into my eyes
I take momentous bite into my apple pie
Once I lie-down onto my towel
I hear the early hoots of the owl
As I listen to the sounds of infinite crashes of the waves
Nobody was seen in the most eery, mysterious cave
Some horrifying shadow suddenly then appeared
Which almost looked like an odd, old man with a beard
As I glance behind me I yelp in fear
Seeing the old, mysterious man holding a deadly spear
While he stared deep into my soul
I turn around vibrating seeing my cue on a pole
Soon after, everything begins to descend
At that moment I know my life was coming to an end