In the lines that I now create for the reader that would relate, the words are surely written here could the calm one when they appeared. The writer issues a veiled threat hoping for the correct effect. The calm is menaced by diction that haunts and taunts predilection. Read the genre’s own still campaign that will give one the terror’s reign. Hold your breath for scarriest part finnish the book and don’t depart. You have travesed the horror tale, promising a rush in detail. Could this new friendship really last? When you decide, tell us, the class. T.M. Prada Copyright 2013 *This poem is about my love for the old horror genre.