Hello again! So here I am, ready to bring you a poem about the killer of my all-time favourite horror film series. Hope that you like, please read and review, let me know what you think of it. I think this will be my last poem, as those four killers are the ones I know most about. So afterwards, I'll be starting work on my very own proper Scream fic, oh, I'm so excited! Oh I keep forgetting, I do not own Ghostface, he belongs to Wes Craven and the other people who worked on Scream! Please enjoy and let me know what you thought of this! Bye for now!
Quiet nights, and peaceful surroundings always put the teenage mind at ease,
Without a care in the world, they go about doing what they will!
Then the phone rings, and fear subconsciously grips the person like a disease,
A horrifying voice, asking question after question, bring about terror with cunning skill!
Like a shadow, quick as the wind with a face that echoes the victims last thought,
Unlike many before, this killer is not defined by face or personality!
More like an abstract concept of fear itself, it can't be bargained with or caught,
Making this killer unique, the legend can go on forever, giving him true immortality!
Follow the rules carefully and make sure your trust in your friends is certain,
Because this killer could be anyone, any motive forcing him to strike!
And he will be sure to put on a great horror show until the final curtain,
For Ghostface makes life a scary movie, it's a simple to him as riding a bike!