Evil's Come Home

If you are familiar with the metalcore band Ice Nine Kills, you may already be aware of this concept. However, for those who are not familiar with them, their approach involves creating songs inspired by classic or popular horror franchises and characters.

In essence, that's what I'm going to do. I am starting this series, paying homage to classic horror films, games, franchises and iconic characters. With the amount of diversity within the horror genre, this should give me plenty of material to keep this series going.

We are kicking things off with a piece called Evil's Come Home, a tribute to a long-lasting and truly iconic franchise that has stood the test of time.

The dark is where the monsters hide,

Silent in the silhouettes,

With nothing but bloodlust and time to bide.

Creeping and lying, always in wait,

For patience is their greatest trait.

A sleepy town where this takes place,

A tragic Hallow's Eve murder case,

Are ghosts to blame for the devastation?

Is history repeating after a long stagnation?

Has evil returned to continue what is started?

A killing spree, truly cold-hearted.

Doctor, have you heard the news?

His rage is his only muse.

Poke and prod around his head,

You’ll be left with overwhelming dread.

His affliction can’t be cured,

Pure malice slowly matured,

Lock him away and slowly forget,

It’s the only way to quell this threat.

An opportunity is all he needs,

To escape the chains and be freed.

The empty road, their guards drop,

This is a force you’ll never stop.

Lampkin Lane, he must find,

Returning home consumes his mind.

It’s all too late when the shadows at your feet,

The mask of hate is the last you greet.

With a slash of the blade and twist of the knife,

One thing is certain; he’s ending your life.

Only seconds and it’s done,

No time to hide or run.

Embodying the essence of the Wight,

He melts away, becoming the night.

The bodies pile in his wake,

Lock the door, get off the streets,

This is for your own sake.

Deputies search the scenes in vain,

Gone with no trace or even a stain.

Desperate for anything seen or heard,

She comes forth with a tale, absurd,

A tale of murder by only a child,

Acts so heinous and simply reviled.

One woman dead, one got away,

Her life in turmoil and dismay,

He’s back to finish what he began,

To end the life of the one that ran.

Halloween is when he can walk free,

Amongst the people, and no one will flee,

This is the town Michael Myers is bound,

For Haddonfield is his hunting ground.