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 The path splits as unfortune would tell
  The crooked, splintered sign gives warn
   One says that it's the Highway to Hell
    The other points to The Children of the Corn

 Sudden dizziness overwhelms your entire Being
  Vertigo has seem to have spun you around
   The fog and mist hinder what you are seeing
    Your legs cramp up as you fall to the ground

 The mind numbs into a state of confusion
  Unable to decide which path to take
   Maybe it is all just an optical illusion
    That this creepy feeling is just a fake

 Standing you wobble and veer to the right
  Taken as a sign your path is chosen
   The Darkness has painted the blackest of night
    Blind with frightened feet now frozen 

 A sudden wind so warm yet gives you a chill
  Erupts from somewhere an unknown direction
   Shhh be quiet hold completely still
    As the wind whispers "You have no protection"

 Panic drips sweat down a furrowed brow
  And pools around your sinking feet
   Your mind screams to do something now
    Your Soul only feels the agony of defeat

 Now waist deep paralyzed in fear
  All motor skills seem to have died
   Passing your chest just under your ear
    Dancing in the Devils undertow tide

 Panic short changes your very last breath
  As the pool of tears pulls you deep within
   Strong hands pull down into certain death
    Lungs fill with the hot blood of sin

 Thoughts no longer seem to make sense
  As you plummet down to the earths core
   The pull of this gravity is just too intense
    As you slam face first into a burning red door

 The door bursts open into this fiery cave
  The noise now chatters of the insane
   Pain explodes while flames lick your grave
    Sanity burns out all the remnants of sane

 The Red Beast appears laughing in Hell's sky
  Flashing his fake veneer evil smile
   Please this isn't real rubbing your eye
    Laughing in your ear this Devil in denial

 Hot it's so hot as organs start to boil
  The putrid smell of fire burnt skin
   Change you feel as a new tail uncoils
    New chapter, new life as a Demon begins 




 Written for poetry contest "Scary Stories" 10/08/24
                Hosted by: Crystol Woods
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