In the forest deep, at every corner lurked disaster.
With every rustle of leaf my heart beat faster.
The trees stood erect, mimicking exclamation marks.
The jungle resonated with hoots and brazen barks.
A monolith of a man appeared, hand on holster.
Then came another man carrying a grotesque bolster,
Followed by a scoundrel stinking like an absolute skunk,
Snatching the bolster, hurling it next to a tree trunk.
Towards her they headed, determination in their stride.
A sniggering voice echoed, “Come be my bride.”
Soon, loud guffaws rent the wilderness wide
As they pulled her arms and to a tree tightly tied.
Her cries rent the air as the girl screamed for help.
The jungle fell silent, not a pup in sympathy did yelp.
The boy suddenly came and threw himself on the girl.
The monolith picked the bolster and at him did hurl.
Throwing away the bolster, he cradled her head.
The bunch of villains growled and glowered, seeing red.
Brutally they picked her up and behind a bush dumped.
He tried to hoist her to her feet, in his arms she slumped.
The boy flinched, as the monolith at him hurled a blow.
Although he tried to back off, alas, he proved too slow.
With more punches they viciously pounced at him.
He yelled in pain, chances of escape there were slim.
Fog Lifting -- Maurice Shapiro