The Dangerous Game ( Based on the Most Dangerous Game, by Richard Connel

A turbulence of foam, and water breached upon the deck.

The air was a chill, it wavered in uneasiness, but I disdained it,

as it does make a sailor bluff.

And as the crew settled I lit my brier, and knelt ‘oer the deck.

 A shake, a rupture, it sent me foreword, I scrambled for the ship,

I clanged to life, I called, I screamed, but all words lost, my crew could not hear me.

So I swam, and tumbled over waves, hastened my breath, and beached upon an isle.

I saw an ardent glow, from where my pace lead me to believe, a mirage.

But what stood before me was a castle, towering over all the trees,

midst of a jungle. I hampered my conscious, and released my imprudence.

As  my ravenousness hunger could not be detained.

The door opened, I wistfully pleaded,

as death met me at my chest.

But as all looked bleak, I only wished I hadn’t knocked, as the devil himself-

promenaded and saluted himself to me.

I would have rather been lost, by Ivan.

He beckoned me to join in sup,

which was heartily grand.

The man mentioned his grand hunt.

He hunted tigers,and all animals large, and tall.

but then came a day when his passion- he longed for no more.

So he bought this island, with jungles, hills, and swamps,

he grows bored no more with this new animal to hunt.

This animal cunning, this animal with reason-

man.

He asked me to play, he told be to play-

- his most dangerous game.

Ought I to remonstrate because I wish not to hunt?

I was bequeathed with food, and weapon

and sent upon my way,

and as I traveled through the woods,

imminent danger lingered all the while, and way.

There was once when I thought I had found my prey,

he made way with a quick escape.

Then next evening when the moon mocked me from above,

I swam around the island,

better not to be lost by the dogs,

I entered the castle - awoke him with a freight-

He congratulated me, as much as a man whom was to soon meet death would do,

that I had one his game,

he never had slept in a better grave.

Author's Note

I based this poem of the short story The Most Dangerous Game by: Richard Connell.
It was an old poetry school project . (: