Victim Nineteen - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
One gloomy late summer evening,
huge mountains obscuring the sky,
trees of the forest were dark and oppressive
when we heard a human voice cry.
Down by the river, suspicions soon grew,
as a body was found near a barge;
a young maid of the fairest was murdered,
who darest? A serial killer alone and at large.
Police were summoned and acted with courage
searching for clues at the scene...
A mass killer was sought ~ a mass killer was caught.
and charged with the murder of 'Victim nineteen'.
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