Why, hello there! ^_^
This is the one and only Anna speaking. I just recently watched the movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street, which was the inspiration to write this poem.
I dabble in the art of poetry, but I have been told that I am pertty good.
This poem is completely based on A Nightmare on Elm Street.
SO DON'T GET ANGRY IF IT'S NOT CORRECT.
I was EXTREMELY bored when I wrote this.
....Well, that about sums it up..
ENJOY.
On Hallow's Eve...
Darkness closes over
Elm Street, the children
Dress themselves in lies.
Exited energy ignites
Their innocent minds.
The parents stay home,
Anticipating.
They think
Maturity has
Taken place of their
Children's poisoned, yet Innocent minds.
Witch, ghost, vampire
Walking hand in hand,
Clasping candy bags tightly.
Maturity, they hope, will
help them through the
night.
Round the corner.
Shrieks of awe, and partial delight.
Abandoned, bags and bags
of candy.
A scavenger hunt
To find the best options.
A figure, waiting in the shadows.
Still as the
Night.
It rounds the same corner.
Witch disappears.
Neither girls notice, for the
bountiful harvest
trumps their poor friend's
absence.
Distant scream.
Tearing, breaking, ripping.
Toss it aside; no further use.
Scatter the pieces,
A scavenger hunt.
Run back to the corner,
Coward.
Bags, freshly filled.
Mountains of empty wrappers
Remain.
A glance to the right,
One to the left
A shrug.
Continue the pillage and plunder.
Round the next corner.
Moving stealthily,
It becomes so
Easy.
Shrill exhilaration.
Screams of terror
Fill the
Night
Air.
Round the next corner.
The same scene unfolds.
Piles of untouched,
Unopened sweets.
Yet another place to
Hunt.
Vampire suddenly misses
A fang.
Scamper back to search.
Another, more distant scream.
Snap the wrist, then
Ankle, then nose.
Agony is the best
Revenge.
One last glance.
Sneer.
Snap the neck.
Two down, one to go.
One glance is
All it takes.
Alone,
On the streets. Her
Friends are missing.
Now truly frightened.
May your way back home.
The oak tree becomes
A safe haven, where all his
Enemies
Are buried.
All the kids who
Mocked and teased
Have finally met their
Match.
The ghost, alone as
Ghosts should be.
Running frantically.
Leaves crackle;
Someone is close behind.
Chills of adrenaline.
Steps pick up in tempo
Petrified with fear.
Grasping the weapon.
Metal gleams in the
Moonlight.
Thrust forward,
She goes down.
Kick her, face up.
She can finally see.
Sight becomes clear.
The shape of a
Man.
Thoughts go fuzzy.
One final smirk from the man
Who killed her friends.
He pulls out a clawed
Hand, admires it.
She chuckles.
Insane?
Darkness.
Even darker than the
Night
On Elm Street.
Well, fiddly dee.
Wasn't that heart-warming?
Please review.
That is all.
REVIEW, DAMMIT.
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