Horrific Circumstances Poem by William Mowell

The horror movie in your mind
It festers for the right bloodline

Hear the crackle of trees at your window
Before the end, your sins you sow

You hear a crash, you see a broken plate
Is this a ghost, is it your mind, or is it fate

A dark figure at your back door
A Hockey mask is on the floor

Scared yet by these unfortunate events
Is the murder the one that is present

Urban legends and horror tales
Gives the outline for a wicked email

Ignored by most, feared by few
Something you overlooked, something you never knew

The killing spree of the century
A warning, he gave for free

All the victims, you've got mail
The last line, I'll see you in hell

A twisted game of cat and mouse
He's lurking around, he's in your house

Look around, but no one to be seen
Watch out, he'll have your spleen

Suspect zero with no alibi
you'll see his face before you die

The last scene to a bloody tale
The getaway, he never fails