Ashlii Timms, Grade 9
The roaring of the beast,
lurking in the depths of the soul.
It crouching, waiting,
for its chance to pounce.
Hidden truths that await
to be found.
Traps set, patience unheard of,
though waiting to be sprung.
Hell's gates wide open letting its wrath overcome the living soul.
All this unknown, and all they see
is one great big grin.