The Evil Man Awaits Poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell

He stands tall ready to pounce
on his weak defenceless victims lacking protection
eyes red like the colour of sweet blood
glancing on the heap of skin
laying across the sqweaking old floorboards
Thats where he took them
the basement of his own house, not a home a house

Roars spread across the room from his own mouth
A metal bar flew threw the air with fierce and force
an aggresive and violent slam wacked the poor boys back
a whimper crying for help never to be heard
The loss of another life in this cruel murderous world

Will he be found before he has another victim?
When will people notice whats going on?