Myth photo

poem draft

Fie Fiy FO fum

Smashing through anything in its path

Running away from something?

Something scary, something big

What was it?

Everyone at awe.

What could it be? 

He’s the biggest, the scariest, and the most intimidating thing

In all the land.

No one talks to him or looks at him

They run away when he comes near

They yell and throw trash at him

Hurting feeling not giving a rats behind

Walking lonesome to its cave

Eating hay

Doesn't know what to say

He doesn't feel the way

Either to stay or leave

He’s shy and scared at first meeting the villagers

Leaning in wondering what to say

Trying not to startle them

 Gently touches one of the villagers

With a soft and subtle voice

Says hello

Talking about he’s passions and dreams

Wanting to become a professional Chef or athlete

All those dreams might blow up into steam

Because not everyone believes.