Freddy's Back

The dream illusionist, nightmares grand master,
For fantasy and horror.
Terror's unholiest jack of all murderers, a beast unleashed
From the nether worlds darkest depths,
Beyond the gates of hell itself!
A twisted slasher, whom lightly taps, taps at realities
Window pain, waiting to be allowed entrance, unto
The realm of your unholiest of fears.
Count your children of Elm Street, beware stay awake
At all cost, for your own sanity's sake at least!.
For if you were born on Freddy’s private hunting grounds,
No soul escapes alive or unscathed!
The predator to pray ratio, lies not in your favor,
For survival don't go to sleep my friend.
Tilting his hat, this the gentleman night stalker,
Laughs with a jackals heckling, as he grins,
With devilish delight, relishing the taste of fears
Intensity, creating a heightened sense of
Exhilaration.
Thrilling this demon dressed in red and green
Stripes, to his skeletal funny bone.
Urban legends boogeyman, whom defies
The angel of death the right to claim
His mortal soul, just go ahead jack,
Do you feel lucky or what!
Who wants a pink Cadillac, not Mr. Kruger,
Crimson red is more his styles preference,
Trunk wise it's more spacious,
Then a grave sites junk yard!
Springfield's ice cream man is cruising,
Along his old haunts again,
Anyone for a double scoop of Freddy’s
Special blend, no to each their own
I guess.
Now it's time to play, the Elm Street
Lullaby, now I lay thee down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
But if by chance I dare not wake,
Oh God above, don't allow Freddy to take,
That which belongs unto heaven
And thine above,
Please I beg of thee!!!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

fearhalloweenhistoryholidayhorrorfree verse

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