The One Poem by Robin Bennett

He wears a blue uniform and has a flimsy police shield,
Spying that pretty blond teen walking alone near the field.
I always find my best prey in these redneck woods,
Nothing but pristine, high quality virginal goods.

Pulling up alongside the blonde in the school uniform,
The winds kick up and the sky darkens, a perfect storm.
Not a house for miles and oyster grey skies, easy prey,
I'm going to show little miss catholic school an evil day.

So simple to get her into the car even he has to laugh,
The ease of this abduction, Satan must have sent a gilded calf.
Well beautiful girl, they call me The One; what name should I call you?
Shaking and with a soft whisper, she tells him my name is Grace.

Well my dear, settle in and stay quiet and enjoy our little ride,
The property is filthy, and to her horror stands a crumbling double wide.
Take my hand Grace and I'll show you around, this is home for now,
Remember, I am The One and as of now you do only what I allow.

Grace knows not what to do, she's led such a sheltered life,
Her parents are devout Catholics, all women are taught to be a good wife.
She clutches the crucifix around her neck, looking for divine wisdom,
Inside her mind she begs the Lord for strength and entry into his kingdom.

The man known as The One has already had his fill of bible girl,
He wants to make this quick, a nice deep slice and a token blonde curl.
Out comes the sharpened knife, with a tug of the hair and one cut she's done.
The One reminds himself no matter the killing foreplay, the deed is always so fun!