Screech of the unknowns

A Poem by Aviral

Shreik of the unknown from the woods

I'm lurking in the woods,
Hiding from kinds of you
Not a animal what you think
A animal you array,
I'm living in the shadows
Of my lost one's
I'm the last one of me,
Don't look for me
Don't make me a monster,
I'm just a wanderer
Don't know how it is
Yet ,
I'm a monster
What you've made
A omen of death
A saint of umbra,
I'm not a monster
Don't look for me
Bury me in cascade instead
I'm just a wanderer
Yet,
Not a monster