To be Freddy or not to be Freddy poem by Stefano Donno

In dreams we seek escape and rest,

A respite from the world's cruel test,

But in these halls of nightmare dread,

Our fears are made alive instead.

 

A gloved hand, blades sharp and gleaming,

In the darkness, silently scheming,

A twisted figure, burned and scarred,

With power over dreams, a king bizarre.

 

He preys upon the youth at night,

Their screams and pleas just fuel his might,

For in their slumber, he has found,

A way to bring his madness round.

 

Freddy Krueger, name feared and loathed,

A phantom of a past engrossed,

In murder, violence, and revenge,

A killer who refuses to avenge.

 

For he was burned, condemned to die,

By parents seeking justice high,

But in their haste, they took his life,

And birthed a demon, filled with strife.

 

Now in their dreams, he takes his toll,

On those whose parents played a role,

In his demise, he seeks to wreak,

A bloody vengeance, cruel and bleak.

 

So in this film of horror's reign,

We see a killer, born of pain,

A monster who defies the grave,

A nightmare from which none are saved.