The Scarecrow

by Zak   Jul 23, 2007


Standing alone in the large corn field,
The Scarecrow holds his ground.
He is seen as an object of fear,
Just a bunch of trash thrown together.
But the Scarecrow holds a secret,
Dark and unknown he stands alone,
His secret held in the emptiness inside his head.
He waits, he watches,
He watches us all.
For when we fall asleep, safe and warm in our beds,
The Scarecrow takes his walk of darkness.
He sees all that occurs.
He waits for his chance to leave us in mystery,
To leave us confused and afraid,
For he is made, only to cause fear.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    This poem has an excellent flow and is definitely dark! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by danielle

    OMG dude this is really good it got me thinking keep up the good work

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    Interesting poem, I like it very much. Atmosphere that you created is great and this piece is very unique. Flow is excellent and imagery is superb, topic is also good. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Pesamenteiro

    Hmmmm...I like the idea of the poem, I don't quite know whatelse to say, nothing stood out as bad or good for me.

  • 17 years ago

    by KeyxMashingxParody

    This is good, ironic also, that the things we make frighten us. Very nice. 5/5

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