The Plants from Hell… a poem

From the depths of the earth they rise,
Plants with tendrils reaching for the skies,
But not for the sun’s warming rays,
No, for something else they crave.

Their leaves are sharp as blades,
And their thorns pierce like glades,
Their roots writhe and twist,
As if with a mind that’s sick.

Beware the greenery that lies ahead,
For it’s not what it seems, I dread,
For these plants hunger for human flesh,
And will consume you without mercy or distress.

Their jaws open wide, and teeth are bared,
As they snatch you from where you dared,
To tread too close to their lair,
And then you’re gone, without a prayer.

The screams of those who’ve met their fate,
Echo through the forest, an endless tape,
Of horror and fear that grips the heart,
As these plants tear their prey apart.

So beware, dear traveler, of the green,
For it’s not as peaceful as it may seem,
For lurking within the leaves and vines,
Are plants that hunger for human spines.