The Watcher: Scream and Scream Again

Since it's close to Halloween (and the fact I'm a complete horror geek) I thought I'd write a poem that's a homage to my favourite sub-genre of horror movies, the classic slasher flick. Loaded with the clichés expected from the slasher movie I though this should make for a decentish read. Hope you enjoy it. He watches from afar, With his mask and evil grimace intact, He’ll stalk you for days with his icy stare. So inventive and macabre is the devil, With a breath so cold it’ll cloud your window pane. Wielding anything sufficiently sharp to spill your due red, To leave your last moments blood-stained and lonely, A heavy breath and startling soundtrack to craft the ambience The rabbit in his headlights is in danger. Anxious from the clatter outside, Inappropriately she wonders out to the danger ahead. Going against every cliché in the book She leaves the sleeping children in their beds. “Is anyone there?” she asks. Following the clamour she wonders into the street. It’s dark and hushed, maybe too much for comfort? All is well; she walks into the true depths of hell. Catastrophe is in its foundation, He’s ready to pounce now that she’s unsettled, Like the classic 70s he stands behind her semi-relaxed figure. Hand around her mouth; stopping the congealing screams The delve of the blade plummets probingly. Gasping for her last breath covered in death, She crawls for the phone without prevail. The end is nigh for poor babysitter, Bloodied and bruised. Smirking pure and evil, Her conqueror kneels accordingly, Eyes burning hotter than Freddy Krueger’s lust for children A silent whisper in the ear of the fading . “Remember the man that said there’s nothing to fear but fear itself He never meant me.”