IT's Always Been Here

Part One

As I continue exploring cult classics and contemporary horror, it evokes a strong sense of nostalgia for the iconic characters that make horror unforgettable. Having the opportunity to rewatch many of these films for research has been enjoyable, and I hope to keep doing so. There are still many I wish to reinterpret with a modern, poetic voice. If anyone has a franchise or horror film they would like to see turned into a poetic tribute, please don't hesitate to let me know and I will do my best to bring it to life for you.

This one has been a bit of a challenge. The legend that is Stephen King has so much important content to work with, I decided, much like the movies, to split it into two parts. Part one focuses on the events in 1988 and 1989 while part two deals with the events of 2016.

Stay tuned for part two.

The whole circus is waiting for you down here, can you smell it?

A paper boat, a yellow raincoat,

Down here, we all float.

A clownish face and red balloon,

Georgie was dragged; arm first, to his doom.

Skin and muscle parting from bone,

Disappearing to the unknown.

The smile tearing through the cheeks,

Swallowing the last of his shrieks.

Smirks hiding what’s beneath,

Unending rows of ripping teeth.

Praying on flesh and fears,

Returning every 27 years.

Lurking in the cracks and the dark,

For the opportunity to snuff out the spark.

Among the damp and slimy stones,

Sitting upon a throne of bones,

IT waits, relishing the screams and the moans.

Gaining their trust through deception and lies,

With offerings of gifts and surprise.

The smell of the circus follows IT’s wake,

Another ruse, disguising the snake.

Kids vanish without a trace,

Sheriffs are trying to save face.

A place no stranger to those who disappear,

Just another number in Derry’s long career.

Fear spreads through the town,

Stories circle of the evil, dancing clown.

Seven friends descend into Hell,

To plug and seal the darkness of the well.

United, IT won’t stand a chance,

Divided, they fall, one by one, to the dance.

Coordinated and fearless, they make their attack,

Managing to force the creature back.

Retreating to the depths, through the grate,

Body beginning to disintegrate.

Do they succeed or does time simply run out,

They’ll be in mid-adulthood before they can quell the doubt.

A pact is made, returning two decades and some,

To witness if Pennywise did truly succumb.

Just reach down here and take your boat, Billie's going to kill you if you lose it.