Nine, Ten, He's Back Again...(To Wes Craven) Poem by Aram Stefanian

Alice was back in the infamous house on Elm street
It seemed silent, except for a pair of running feet
A china doll just missed her head, crashing to the floor
A tricycle started riding by itself and stopped at the door
Someone upstairs was speaking in a harsh voice
Alice freaked, and made for the basement, there was no choice
The floor caught fire, and she was lifted up by an invisible arm
And heard a kid's voice, ''I know a means to undo harm.
Read my lips, and Freddy Krueger will breathe his last''
The blazing hole below was growing wider very fast
She screamed, ''! lleh ot oG'', and fell into the pit
She opened her eyes, and her dream child said, ''You scored a hit! ''