Serial Killer Poem by Mark Otieno

The night was his friend
He patiently stood
At the dark dusted corner
He lurked in the shadows
With his eyes wide open
His urge to kill began to grow
He was a wild animal
Waiting for his next soul
He enjoyed as their life fall
Carefully he laid them down
To be seen at dawn
He waited! And waited!
Then
There she was
Beautiful and elegant leaning on a poll
She was his nights prey
In love with what he was to do made him gay
He walked swiftly towards her
In his hand holding a dagger
Quickly he grabbed her neck
Squeezed it hard and took her breadth
Slowly he drove the dagger to her chest
Her heart reaped out like the rest
He disappeared in the night
His work to be seen at daylight