Silent Hill Poems

#1. Poor Little Alessa

||Based off of the movie version of Alessa Gillespie.||

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Poor Little Alessa

From the moment her mother conceived her,
Alessa was frowned upon.

Everyone in Silent Hill
Hated her.
They called her
A witch.

But Alessa was no
Witch.
She was just
An ordinary girl.
She was the opposite
Of a witch.

Alessa was
Sweet,
Lovable,
And a Good girl.

She was
Too pure
For this world.

Poor Little Alessa...
Nobody cared
That Poor Alessa
Was bullied.

Nobody cared
That Poor Alessa
Lost her innocence
From the hands of
A disgusting Janitor.

Nobody cared
That Poor Alessa
Was burnt to death.

Yes, she burned
A Child.

She made everyone
Hate her.

She made everyone
Call her a Witch.

She created that
Twisted cult.

"She" is Christabella.
When she
Burned Alessa,
She burned
The entire Silent Hill
With her.

And as that pain
Alessa felt began to
Turn into
Hatred,
The corrupted town
Became
A Nightmare.

Skies would turn
Dark
When the siren went off.

Monsters would
Walk the streets and buildings.

This was
Alessa's Revenge.

But it was not enough.
It didn't kill
Those nasty people.
They were
Still safe
In their church.

But then
The Darkness of Alessa
Remembered that
The Good part of her
Still existed
In a little girl
Named Sharon.

All she would need
Is to drag her to
Silent Hill
And get the
Goodness back inside
Of her.

But not without
R E V E N G E.

Alessa needed
To show them
What true Hell
Was like.

And she would.