A Heartless Killer And A Hungry Trap Poem by Shaun Cronick

There's a maniac out there,
Killing for their pleasure.
Leaving a trail of carnage,
In lovely gardens of leisure.

The aftermath is so obscene,
Pretty things just torn apart.
And some have been decapitated,
By a killer without a heart.

A slayer's wrath beyond belief,
Beauty stamped into the ground.
Sweet innocence now lost forever,
No survivors ever to be found.

When caught this killer of roses,
Is in for a cruel mishap.
To be cut into tiny pieces,
Then fed to a Venus Flytrap.