"In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost."
Dante

A #WRITCO Horror
(PG-13 Version)

In the abyss of the '80s, where the shadows dance,
Where the whispers of horror began their trance,
I, Freddy, the gloved one, ruled the night with glee,
Slicing through dreams like a knife through a banquet tree.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you," my rhyme so true,
I'd make your deepest fears come alive anew,
With claws that gleamed and a grin so wide,
In your sleep, I'd play, as you'd fight to decide,
If to live or to die was the choice that you'd make,
While I feasted on the screams that you'd wake to bake.

Jason, the silent stalker, with a mask so cold,
My machete chopped with a story untold,
Camp Crystal Lake, where innocence fled,
To the beat of my heart, my victims bled.

"Ki-ki-ki ma-ma-ma," my mother's voice through the trees,
Where teens met their ends in a bloody sneeze,
As I watched and waited, in the shadows so deep,
Their laughter and lust, I'd let them keep,
Until their hearts quivered, their skin so bare,
And into the night, their souls I'd tear.

Pinhead, the master of pain and desire,
With nails in my skull, I'd set souls on fire,
Cenobites at my side, we'd play a game,
Where pleasure meets pain, and fear's the name.

"We have such sights to show you," I'd leer,
As I'd pierce and pull, making you squeal with fear,
The Lament Configuration, a box of delight,
It opened the door to the depths of the night.

The '90s...