..Fiddler Poem by NikMorgan ...

His window overlooks a school yard
He leers from behind the blind
No one must see him lurking
No one must know the sickness of his mind

His flat looks a lot like a toy shop
Props to aid his vile games
He always seems kind and generous
A ploy for learning their names

He whispers to his victims they’re special
He compels not to tell
He’s sweetness and light to his quarry
Until they fall under his spell

He lives in a world of filth and fantasy
He thinks he’s much like a child at heart
Disposable is how he sees his playmates
He plays and they fall apart

Every stain on his mattress tells a story
Every crime he commits has a cost
All the children he played with are broken
Something more than innocence was lost