Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Rancors

The Rancors

The mighty monsters with sharp thin teeth eating their dinner right down beneath

They live in caves with spider senses but really with them as their only defences

Their roar and their tear strikes trespassers with fear losing their lives as easy as it’s stare

They grapple their victims with their large wrinkled hands all they leave is the blood on the sands

All that is left of the remains of the people being eaten evermore, are their hearts no longer beat’n.

By Stefan
Age 10

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