Slience Falling

My first poem ever written, my muse...Slient Hill movie.

Mist covers the silent town,
As darkness creeps along,
The people have all gone away,
As blood stains the stretch of existence.

Silence falls along this place,
Never to be inhabited again,
As past memories create present fear,
And casualties number high.

Unwary watchful eyes
Guard the hidden secret of the town
Turn from the unknowing
And knowing what will happen

A soul is claimed by the darkness
Another innocent falls like rain
Evidence of a vengeful youth
it will never end