The Blair Witch Project Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes

In the forest deep and dark,
Lies a story that left its mark.
A film that shook us to our core,
And left us wanting more and more.
The Blair Witch Project, they called it,
A found footage horror, they submitted.
With shaky cam and eerie sounds,
It took us on a journey that astounds.
Three friends, lost in the woods,
Their fate, we knew, wouldn't be good.
With only a map and some gear,
They had no idea what was near.
Haunted by a witch's curse,
Their fear and panic only grew worse.
The stick figures, the eerie symbols,
Sent shivers down our spines, like cymbals.
The missing Josh, the screams at night,
The close-ups that gave us a fright.
We followed their journey, heart pounding,
Hoping they'd escape the witch's surrounding.
But alas, it ended in a blur,
With Heather's screams, we couldn't be sure,
If it was real or all just a hoax,
But the fear it instilled, forever soaks.
The Blair Witch Project, a masterpiece,
That made our hearts race, never to cease.
For in its simplicity, it held power,
And made us believe in every hour.
So here's to the late film, that left us in awe,
With its mystery and terror, we couldn't withdraw.
The Blair Witch Project, a legend it'll stay,
For it gave us nightmares, in its own peculiar way.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
©️ Dr. Dashaun Snipes
®️ The Blair Witch Project