The Silent Hill Poem by Mathew Sutter

I came upon a hill,
As I walked on a trail.
The trees were darkening in their color,
And the leaves on all of them...
Were dieing and falling to the ground.

This made no since to me,
It was in the middle of spring!

So I came upon this hill and sat and watched these trees.
I began to wonder what happened to make this place so....
Dead.

I wanted to know more
I wanted to see what happened.

I got up and began to walk around,
And willed myself to see,
The past and future of this Silent Hill.

And there before me,
A mist began to appear,
And in this mist were the ghosts
Of the people that died here.
They put on an act for me,
Because I wanted to know more.
And showed me like none other before.

I began to ask for more,
And show me they did.
But I was so into it,
I didn't notice what was happening to me.

My toes began to grow and go into the wet and rich dirt.
But, no, I didn't notice I wasn't paying attention to that.

My body began to grow and my skin began to change in color,
But, no, I didn't notice that I wasn't paying attention.
I was learning so much.

Their act reached its climax,
And the drama was fierce and loud.

The screams of voices overtook my ears.
And only then did I look at myself.
I screamed in horror,
As I began to see...
That I was becoming a tree.

Dark in color and no leaves at all!
I tried to tell these ghosts to make it stop,
But they only laughed and said...
'You wanted to know what happened here. Now you do.'

With that they vanished to leave me alone.

My head began to change,
And warp into the rest of this tree.
'No! ' I screamed.
'Please let me be! '

But it was too late.
Withing two seconds,
I was done with the transformation.

And here do I sit on this,
Horrid hill.
Wanted to warn people,
To tell them what happened.
But, no, I am forever and for all time.
Stuck on this...
Silent Hill.