Craven

Terror arose screaming from your mind,

Introduced a grotesque boogeyman to feed the night,

Burns laced in memory still lay in sight.

Origins of a love affair with horror,

Innocent eyes braving as a dream warrior.

Superior knack in story-telling,

Through words, seamless direction, remarkable in setting,

One deemed foolish as to forgetting.

Sweet, ever so sweet, tasting of the dark,

Tinged with an everlasting snark.

Creeps, and shadows will bow to you forever,

Incapable of measure,

You stay bound within heart as pure treasure.

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