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The below poem is based on the movie Evil Dead (2013). Although the storyline is a bit changed in the end, its almost the same. Also, since its my first time that I have written a poem based on a horror theme, please comment on it.
Evil Dead
Five people gathered in a dilapidated hall,
Their motto was to cure the one,
The one who had consumed drugs all,
Thinking nothing can go wrong under the sun
But misfortune befell them all
Down went one into the basement,
Found a book of witchcraft,
Thinking it as some form of entertainment,
Ignoring the warning, he read the entire craft,
Putting the ailed into further ailment
The spirit entered the drug befallen,
Went on to consume the soul,
Her face, her arms were swollen,
Her mouth smiled a dirty scrawl,
And out the spirit spread like a pollen
Into another girl she went,
The one who was a doctor,
Her soul under her capture,
Her mouth, a blood tincture
Exorcism, was what they sought,
But evil they had begot,
Each one’s body was under rot and the soul was caught,
Leaving everyone for nought
But Fate is mysterious,
Allowed the drug addict life,
Her rage was ferocious,
And she strove to bring strife,
To kill the one who tortured her brother and his wife
Out came the demon, hunting for the last one,
The former addict all caution shun,
She picked up the chainsaw and switched it on,
And rammed it inside the demon spawn
Sinking it down into the blood-soaked lawn,
And she emerged victorious at the break of dawn.
Evil Dead
Five people gathered in a dilapidated hall,
Their motto was to cure the one,
The one who had consumed drugs all,
Thinking nothing can go wrong under the sun
But misfortune befell them all
Down went one into the basement,
Found a book of witchcraft,
Thinking it as some form of entertainment,
Ignoring the warning, he read the entire craft,
Putting the ailed into further ailment
The spirit entered the drug befallen,
Went on to consume the soul,
Her face, her arms were swollen,
Her mouth smiled a dirty scrawl,
And out the spirit spread like a pollen
Into another girl she went,
The one who was a doctor,
Her soul under her capture,
Her mouth, a blood tincture
Exorcism, was what they sought,
But evil they had begot,
Each one’s body was under rot and the soul was caught,
Leaving everyone for nought
But Fate is mysterious,
Allowed the drug addict life,
Her rage was ferocious,
And she strove to bring strife,
To kill the one who tortured her brother and his wife
Out came the demon, hunting for the last one,
The former addict all caution shun,
She picked up the chainsaw and switched it on,
And rammed it inside the demon spawn
Sinking it down into the blood-soaked lawn,
And she emerged victorious at the break of dawn.