To Whom Death Tolls
A man sits in a bar, talking to those around him.
He tells tales of a town of supernatural existence.
"Silent Hill." The man speaks.
"A town of grave
existence."
Then the people are intrigued by his story.
They turn their heads with interest.
As he wipes the sweat from his forehead
He begins his tale.
"The town was the devil's playground."
"A place where tortured souls could not escape."
"It lures you with its curiosity"
"That you may step in"
"But the minute you do"
"The real fun begins"
"The town warps your mind"
"Turns your fears into a reality"
"And if you are not careful"
"You will be killed by your nightmares"
"I bid you this warning"
"Heed it you must"
"Death does not exist in that town"
"Survive by wit and wisdom"
"For when you die"
"You join the show"
"No more tears to shed"
"No more woes to woe"
"I kid you not"
"This tale is true"
"The toll grows to numbers on in"
"For if you visit this town"
"You will belong to them"
The man was quiet now
He had said what he needed to say
His soul now at peace
His mind no longer affray
He knew no would believe him
They would think it a tall-tale
They would have to see for themselves
The town of the Devil's Will.