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Untitled Friday the 13th Poem Number Two
An evil blanket of night covers the soul,
as the darkness envelopes the heart.
An unspeakable evil begins it's patrol,
for the massacre that's about to start.
Some thought him dead, some merely a story,
as his legend passed through the town.
Yet he is risen in malevolent glory,
that poor little boy who did drown.
Dormant he lay in that watery grave,
resurrected through pure evil vengeance.
As he watched the one he could not save,
the camp awaited his murderous entrance.
The myth given life to haunt the lake,
and greet all trespassers with rage.
Observing quietly every step they take,
like a predator waiting to engage.
As I write you this note in my cabin, I fear,
the imminent arrival of death.
As the blank faced killer of nightmares draws near,
he takes my final ......
Written by Steven James Long
Untitled Friday the 13th Poem
A young boy drowns in ’57,
his body was never recovered.
Two more die in ‘58,
their murderer never discovered.
Bad water and mysterious fires,
it seemed things couldn’t get any worse.
A legend grew from Camp Crystal Lake,
and locals said it was cursed.
Plans to re-open are now underway,
for Camp Crystal Lake to turn a new page.
Yet thunderclouds loom on this idyllic setting,
in a mothers murderous rage.
As one by one they start to fall,
swept up in vengeance and pain.
Till at last one survivor discovers the truth,
and flees into blackening rain.
Deep in the abyss, his watery grave,
his drowning no longer a pain.
He watches the shore with anger and fear,
and sees that his mother is slain.
Awaking with fright in a hospital bed,
a life now one of despair.
I ask only one question, yet already know,
that the boy in the lake is still there.
Written by Steven James Long
VICTIM'S FATE
This is Camp Crystal Lake,
It is Jason's home,
Now you find yourself,
In a place you don't belong.
It is Jason's home,
Now you find yourself,
In a place you don't belong.
You're walking in the woods,
All alone in the dark,
A twig snaps behind you,
It puts a chill in your heart.
All alone in the dark,
A twig snaps behind you,
It puts a chill in your heart.
You stop, dead in your tracks,
You know this can't be good,
Now that you've been found,
Here, in Jason's woods.
You know this can't be good,
Now that you've been found,
Here, in Jason's woods.
Slowly you turn around,
And see the moonlit glow,
Off of his hockey mask,
White as newfallen snow.
And see the moonlit glow,
Off of his hockey mask,
White as newfallen snow.
You try to scream,
But it's already too late,
As the blade of his machete,
Reflects your fate.
Written by Mrs. Count
In Honor Of Demon
But it's already too late,
As the blade of his machete,
Reflects your fate.
Written by Mrs. Count
In Honor Of Demon
In the back of a van, in an old trailer park.
Reggie The Reckless, Went out after dark.
To visit his Brother, Demon's his name.
Much time had passed, but their love felt the same.
Demon offered him an enchilada, a ring and a beer.
Because of Reggie's age, the joke was quite clear.
Reggie said Meet Pam, this is my girl.
That's Reggie The Reckless, In his own little world.
Demon offered Enchiladas, a Pizza with Sausage & Cheese.
She Politely declined, which put him at ease.
Tommy freaked out, so they both had to leave.
Demon hugged him so hard, Reggie couldn't breathe.
Reggie The Reckless, was already missed.
Anita offered a joint "You want to hit this?"
Demon stomach was hurting, so he's just gotta.
Run to the Shitbox, cuz of those damn enchiladas.
Anita shook the shitbox, while he was taking his crap.
"You're gonna get it bitch!" She's gonna get smacked.
Demon wouldn't really hit her, he was kidding at most.
He looked around and said, 'This shitbox is gross!".
Singing together, which ended so fast.
He got off the toilet, without wiping his ass.
He opened the door, to stick out his head.
There on the ground, Anita laid dead.
We'll miss you Bro, I guess this is goodbye.
In honor of Demon, One hell of a guy.
Written by Demon and Kyle
Mama, I'm A Big Boy Now
'Sung' by Jason Voorhees
To the tune of 'Mama, I'm A Big Girl Now'
From the 'Hairspray' Soundtrack
PAMELA
Hate!
JASON
Hate you telling me what to do
PAMELA
Kill!
JASON
Killing teens since before ‘82
PAMELA
Stab!
JASON
Stabbing for you ‘cause you know what's best
PAMELA
Please!
JASON
But Mother, please, give it a rest!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Mama. I'm a big boy now!
JASON
Once upon a time when I was just a kid
You never let me swim just like the other kids did
I drowned and you went as crazy as a mad cow,
But Mama, I’m a big boy now!
Once upon a time I used to play with toys
But now I’m slashing up the teenage girls and boys
Not watching me, they did things you won’t allow,
But Mama, I’m a big boy now!
Ma, I gotta tell you that without a doubt
I get my best killing lessons from you
Before me you killed all those poor kids off
Then stupid Alice came along
And she beheaded you!
Whoa -oh -oh -oh –oh,
I’ve been to New York
God knows where else I’ll roam,
But now I'm sick of slashing
And I wanna go home
So say, arrivederci!
Toodle-loo!
And ciao!
'Cause Mama, I'm a big boy now!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Mama, I'm a big boy now
Hey Mama, say Mama!
Once upon a time I was a shy young boy
And now a big machete is my only toy,
But let me quit the stage, and just take a bow,
'Cause Mama, I'm a big boy now!
Whoa - oh - oh - oh - oh
Recently I was played by a guy named Ken
Before him it was about eight or nine other men
Don’t need another stunt guy to show me how
'Cause Mama, I'm a big boy now!
Ma, you always taught me
How to take revenge
Now I’m all done giving it a try
Mama, more and more kids keep coming back
So give it a rest, the bastards just won’t die!
Hey Mama, say Mama
Someday I will meet a girl
You won't condemn
And we will have some kids
And you can torture them
But let let’s put down the knife
Before I take that vow
'Cause Mama, I'm a big boy now!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Hate! Kill! Stab! Please!
Mama, I'm a big boy now!!!
Written by Sarah B.
THE SURVIVORS
Alice took Pamela's life, She had won,
But, she didn't survive Jason, After that night at Camp Blood.
Ginny dove into his psyche, Pretending to be his mother,
She thought she killed him, But he went after the others.
Chris had seen his face before, She knew it very well,
When they met again, It was a night, of living hell.
Trish and Tommy Jarvis, They were the next,
When Tommy was done, Jason took his last living breath.
Reggie and Pam, Were next to survive,
Even though it wasn't Jason, In Part five.
To be sure Jason is dead, Tommy came back again,
And stopped Jason once more, With help from Megan.
Through Tina's powers, Jason was set free,
With help from Nick, And her Dad, Jason is back where he should be.
Jason took a cruise, To New York,
But Rennie and Shawn, Made sure his stay was short.
There was still a curse, On Crystal Lake,
'Til Jessica and Steven, Sealed Jason's fate.
Freddy used Jason, To regain power,
With help from Lori and Will, The end, was Jason's finest hour.
Years in the future, Jason's taken to space,
Rowan,KM and Tsunaron know... Even on New Earth, There's a curse on Crystal Lake.
Written by: Mrs. Count & count6string
KILLER TRIBUTE
Ari Lehman is the first Jason,
Betsy Palmer, the first to kill,
Ken Kirzinger, met Freddy in the last.
But in between there were others,
To don this legends' mask.
Gillette and Dash, slayed in a sack
But you know... Jason always comes back.
Richard Brooker, a man of taste,
Got a hockey mask, to cover Jason's face.
Ted White continued the fright,
'Til Jason met Tommy, the following night.
Dick Wieand and Tom Morga,
Kept the blood flowing,in Part Five,
C.J. Graham, was the man,
To bring zombie Jason alive.
Then, Kane Hodder donned the mask,
And claimed the role as his own.
He became the only man to play Jason,
Four times in a row.
Mrs. Count, with a little help.
Thank you, Count!
Betsy Palmer, the first to kill,
Ken Kirzinger, met Freddy in the last.
But in between there were others,
To don this legends' mask.
Gillette and Dash, slayed in a sack
But you know... Jason always comes back.
Richard Brooker, a man of taste,
Got a hockey mask, to cover Jason's face.
Ted White continued the fright,
'Til Jason met Tommy, the following night.
Dick Wieand and Tom Morga,
Kept the blood flowing,in Part Five,
C.J. Graham, was the man,
To bring zombie Jason alive.
Then, Kane Hodder donned the mask,
And claimed the role as his own.
He became the only man to play Jason,
Four times in a row.
Mrs. Count, with a little help.
Thank you, Count!
CRYSTAL LAKE AFTER DARK
As the story goes one gloomy day back in 1957
Jason drowns in Crystal Lake at the young age of eleven
The counselors ain’t hear nothing, they were busy fuckin’
He gasps for his last breath trying to reach for something
That was the last they saw, this kid was reported drowned
They search Crystal Lake but his body was never found
Really no explanation they stopped the investigation
Unsolved, this case was dropped without hesitation
His mom broke down and cried her only son died
Why little Jason he’s all she had in her life
Mommy just snapped, she said she’s getting them back
Time heals all wounds but she never could adapt
To the fact her baby boy is never coming back
The two responsible assholes, they better watch there back
But they didn’t they’re dead, bodies lying in the mud
I’d like to welcome you all to Camp Blood
These woods are cursed, it breathes the chill in the air.
Scream into the silence, you never come back from here.
The blade comes down about to silence your heart,
Watch the blood dance on the water at Crystal Lake After Dark.
Crazy Ralph, running off at the mouth
Warning with threats which all of um doubt
It’s only time till they find out, what it’s all about
Now it’s time it’s lights out and no one’s getting out
Crystal Lake, Forest Green; call it what you will
Call it Happy Land, the bloods still gonna spill
Written by Demon and count6string
As the story goes one gloomy day back in 1957
Jason drowns in Crystal Lake at the young age of eleven
The counselors ain’t hear nothing, they were busy fuckin’
He gasps for his last breath trying to reach for something
That was the last they saw, this kid was reported drowned
They search Crystal Lake but his body was never found
Really no explanation they stopped the investigation
Unsolved, this case was dropped without hesitation
His mom broke down and cried her only son died
Why little Jason he’s all she had in her life
Mommy just snapped, she said she’s getting them back
Time heals all wounds but she never could adapt
To the fact her baby boy is never coming back
The two responsible assholes, they better watch there back
But they didn’t they’re dead, bodies lying in the mud
I’d like to welcome you all to Camp Blood
These woods are cursed, it breathes the chill in the air.
Scream into the silence, you never come back from here.
The blade comes down about to silence your heart,
Watch the blood dance on the water at Crystal Lake After Dark.
Crazy Ralph, running off at the mouth
Warning with threats which all of um doubt
It’s only time till they find out, what it’s all about
Now it’s time it’s lights out and no one’s getting out
Crystal Lake, Forest Green; call it what you will
Call it Happy Land, the bloods still gonna spill
Written by Demon and count6string
HIS FIRST KILL
He remembers the night Vividly in his mind
Staring up at the window, He drifts back in time....
To the night his Mother died.
He remembers Alice, The one that took her life,
Off went her head, With a really big knife.
Now the time had come, She would soon be dead,
As Jason sneaks up behind her, And puts an icepick in her head.
Written by ; Mrs. Count
He remembers the night Vividly in his mind
Staring up at the window, He drifts back in time....
To the night his Mother died.
He remembers Alice, The one that took her life,
Off went her head, With a really big knife.
Now the time had come, She would soon be dead,
As Jason sneaks up behind her, And puts an icepick in her head.
Written by ; Mrs. Count
LEGEND OF CAMP BLOOD
A young boy, drowned here But he was only the first to die,
As the legend of Camp Blood, Claimed many more lives.
His mother did kill, For the loss of her only son,
Through Pamela's actions, Jason saw what needed done.
He has a habit, Of making blood spill,
When he grabs a weapon And moves in for the kill.
The machete became, His weapon of choice.
As the gruesome kills, Became his voice.
If you go there, A victim you will become,
Be aware of Jason... Stay away from Camp Blood!
Written by Mrs. Count
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A young boy, drowned here But he was only the first to die,
As the legend of Camp Blood, Claimed many more lives.
His mother did kill, For the loss of her only son,
Through Pamela's actions, Jason saw what needed done.
He has a habit, Of making blood spill,
When he grabs a weapon And moves in for the kill.
The machete became, His weapon of choice.
As the gruesome kills, Became his voice.
If you go there, A victim you will become,
Be aware of Jason... Stay away from Camp Blood!
Written by Mrs. Count
Do you have any Friday the 13th poetry you'd like to share with other Friday fans? Then contact us here.
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