Wow, can't believe I managed to get two poems up in one day, yeah! Just felt really motivated and enthusiastic about this after my Hellrasier fic. Of course, I'm a bit better with the Elm Street mythology so I feel more comfortable with this one. So please be nice, I do not own anything from Elm Street, all characters and stuff are owned by Wes Craven himself. Okay, before I babble on again start reading.

The Bastard Son of a thousand maniacs they called him,

A twisted mind is true to say, but imaginative as well!

And when an idea fixes in his mind, the fate of others would be grim,

The parents of Springwood saw him as a curse they so wished to dispel!

As flames wrapped around the sick fiend like chains of hell,

The sound of relief could almost be tasted along with guilt in the air!

But the parents of Springwood kept the truth from their children, curiosity was to be quell,

However this was unavoidable, the children were to suffer first, no matter how unfair!

Night after night, the innocent youths of Springwood would dream but never wake,

Murmurs at night of the one called Freddy, and that unmistakable rhyme of his!

The pleas and calls for help would go unheard, for sanity's sake,

More and more would become his, nothing it seemed could stop him, that is…

The brave few that would occasionally rise up to fight back,

Each pushed to the brink and further still, battled on with courage and hope!

Some would fall while others would rise greater, but Freddy would always be on the attack,

And it seems that way forever still, because you cannot stop nightmares, this they would have to cope!

One, Two, Freddy's Coming For You,

Three, Four, Better Lock Your Door,

Five, Six, Grab Your Crucifix,

Seven, Eight, Better Stay Up Late,

Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again!