April is National Poetry Month! Throughout the month, we’ll be sharing poetry written by our students. Today’s poem is written by Xavier B., 13.
Voice of the Caves
The harsh clack of a Silverfish’s tongue,
The shifting rustle of the Spider’s many young,
The soft clink of iron boots on hard dark stone,
The quiet swish of a turning page,
The fatal hiss of a Creeper’s last breath,
The endless clatter of Skeleton’s bone,
The harsh screech of the Enderman’s great rage,
The faint stink of rotting death,
The beckoning call of tunnels deep,
The silent bubble of Lava’s slow creep,
The mindless ramble of a Zombie’s moan,
The present fear that is always known.