A Dark Thing

No mistake about this assembly,

No chasing imaginary.

This meeting must be fun,

But business.

The place of assembly,

Roughly a triangle,

But irregular and sketchy,

Like everything the boys made.

If you were chief,

You had to be wise,

You had to think,

But not like Piggy,

Not as well.

Ralph let out his spare breath,

With a little gasp that was echoed.

Jack whispered to Robert,

Who looked away.

A murmur,

Almost a moan,

Rose and passed away.

Jack stopped whittling,

And ralph went on,

Abruptly.

Piggy, took off his glasses,

And blinked at them.

The sun had gone,

As if the light had turned off.

A beast,

A dark thing,

Comes out of the sea,

The last laugh,

Died away.

Simon was close,

Hands were placed on the conch.

Inspiration came to him,

Though laughter beat him,

Cruelly.

The evil speaking,

The laughter dying away,

The beast like the darkness,

The hunters like savages,

And the signal of light waited,

In the fire on the mountain.