Whoever Knew Writing Horror Stories Could Be So Dangerous? Poem by Paula Glynn

John wanted to see into hell
Because he had to see
He had to explore, he had to know
The Hellraiser junkie he had been

John loved reading about hell
Whether fiction or fact
John tired of being a fool
And tired of being pushed around

Reading books about hell
Imagining the heated world
And the torture and screams
A place evil beyond thought

Because no one can survive heat
No one can survive the pressure
The screams, blood and bullying
The devil powerful beyond human strength

Writing horror stories to be dangerous
Acting the mouthpiece for the devil
The old scorpion that betrayed the frog
John remembering the old Victorian night-time fog

John to write about his experiences of hell
The gruesome place where spiders dwell
And all the kings horses fell
For the only place John truly knows is hell

Now John in the 21st century
With a fair amount of wisdom
Writing stories about hell
Writing anything the soul does tell

People jealous and vicious
Knowing hell themselves
Knowing of Jack The Ripper
Killing those old wanton harlots

For John has a dangerous imagination
People fearing what he knows
And fear what he does
Even if only in imagination

But the imagination comes from somewhere
Writing horror stories accessing the devil perhaps
Or sharing forbidden knowledge
Within fictional short stories

John no longer dialling 666
With every horror story written
And who could've thought
Writing horror stories could be so dangerous?