The Mongolian Death Worm
Canadian International School of Hong Kong, William Bognier, Poetry: Group 2
Blistering heat beating relentlessly down on the parched sand.
The Gobi desert.
Three of us
staring down at the moving sand
We all wonder what happened to this land.
The Mongolian Death Worm
we’ve all heard of it
but none of us thought it was real.
We walk to shelter
One of us is missing.
He is nowhere to be found.
Night falls.
We are lost.
As we give up on our companion we lay in the sand.
A horrific noise
I wake up. I am alone
seeing nothing but flying sand moving in the air
Hearing the sound again
I walk to the area of the noise
Looking to my right
blood marks splattered all over the sand
I panic, I worry, I don’t know what to do
As I follow the blood
I see a humongous red worm
approximately 100 meters in length
but disgusting as hell.
It turns around and spots me
I run for my life.
Something hovers over my head
the red eyes blazed down on me
All of a sudden,
darkness.
