The bone chilling scream
Carried through the hills,
From one mans cabin
Hour late, help arrived.
As the people entered,
The smell warned them of the deed.
To the sight a few wavered,
A few felt their hearts bleed.
Walls and floors were painted,
With flesh, blood and gore.
The smell of death and fear,
Lay heavy in the air.
A tortured stranger's body,
Hung from rafters high.
A pile of entrails bellow him,
Told of how he died.
This day was many years back
Though none forget the face.
Forever twisted
With fear, despair, and hate.