A stealthy gator, waiting, half-submersed.
He snatches tender bosoms from the streets.
His twisted fantasies have been rehearsed
To help abduct all those his grin entreats.
Not one survives the realm of one so cursed,
And when they die, the cycle just repeats.
Reaching from shadows while stalking the night
Then snaring his victims, and fleeing the light.
A faithful bloodhound, sniffing on the trail,
He tracks the scent of souls long grown depraved.
Not missing any clue or small detail,
He paces crime scenes much like one enslaved.
No evildoer's crimes can long prevail
The steadfast justice he has always craved;
Taking the hunters and making them prey ---
Exposing all fiends to the light of the day.
With leather fingers gripping facial flesh,
He pulls her frightened form into his car.
He needs a quiet spot to start afresh
His sordid acts of torture, most bizarre;
Indecent designs as blood and tears mesh,
More pain than she's ever tasted thus far.
Her screaming mouth; a dark, open chasm.
Death brings release in his sudden orgasm.
With latex fingers touching yellow tape,
He straddles her body, rigid and cold.
MOs the same: mutilation and rape,
Naught but perversity there to behold.
Yet, ev'ry death helps his profile take shape;
Hopeful an identity will unfold.
The silent scream still frozen on her face;
A sickening sight he can't ever erase.
The witching hour summons without knell,
And draws him to the floorboards near the stair
Where down below awaits a soundproof cell
His cold, sadistic fetishes prepare.
He now must vivify this concrete hell;
A need that's grown compulsory to share.
Once gagged to stifle her desperate screams,
He tastes her fresh tears, then begins his routines.
A ringing telephone just after dawn
Awakens him to news macabre and grim:
Another body posed upon a lawn,
Gutted and dismembered, limb by limb.
He dresses, feeling nauseous and withdrawn,
Vowing to curtail this killer's whim.
Barking commands, he takes charge of the scene;
With a notebook in hand, he starts his routine.
No blindfold now, for he must see her eyes;
Soon reveling in ecstasy each time
The needles or garrotte decrease her cries
From piercing shrieks to muted pantomime.
No matter though how carefully he tries,
He simply can't prolong this precious crime.
Her slow dissection soon grows more severe,
And in his frenzy, slashes her ear to ear.
In sympathy, he closed her frozen stare;
The horror there had soiled his very soul.
It told a tale of terror and despair
That he was powerless to help console.
He wasn't close to God, but said a prayer
To help him gain some semblance of control.
He couldn't bear to see her so exposed
Hastening to zipper the body bag closed.
Wiping the crimson-red stains from his hands,
Resting, reclining with lit cigarette.
Seizing a few of his stray, pubic strands,
Snapping some pictures so he won't forget.
Calm again now, having met his demands,
Manic, he rocks, jubilant, yet upset.
Pleased with his deed, yet mourning her demise,
He locates a dump site to prop up his prize.
Alone with the coroner, helping to chart
Every wound on her body from forehead to gut,
A mere look reveals, their madman is smart;
No fibers or prints --- no 'open and shut'.
Yet as they prepared for the autopsy's start,
Wreathed in her hair lies a cigarette butt.
Extracted with care, though his fingertips shake,
He smiles, for his rival has made a mistake.
Waiting for weeks, but the urge now is strong,
Though cops and press have revealed they have leads.
Caution can't hold him, he's waited too long;
Capture and fear cannot quell this man's needs.
He then sees a girl he has stalked all along,
He calls from the car and his shy act succeeds.
She steps from the curb, accepting his ride,
Opening the door and then getting inside.
Impatiently he's waited for results;
For weeks the lab's extracted DNA.
He's bore the public's slanders and insults;
The scapegoat for technology's delay.
And none with whom he questions or consults
Could give him needed answers 'til today.
Genomic values and blank fields replete,
That only a 'hit' or a match can complete.
He pulled away and drove off down the street,
But something in his eyes caused her alarm.
Instinctively she knew she should retreat,
Though he assured her that he meant no harm.
He flashed a knife and so too, his deceit,
But she made no attempt now to disarm.
She reared and kicked and pushed the door ajar,
He swerved from the blow, and she leapt from the car.
The search through data for offenders grew;
Through bleary eyes, he watched the PC screen.
Reports came in, each staggering but true :
A girl had escaped and shared what she'd seen.
A sketch had been made, and right then he knew,
Swift would be justice, with no in-between.
He holstered his gun ---prepared to dispatch ---
The program had stopped with a positive match.
Heartbeat increasing; adrenaline surge
Fishtail and skid, but she'd now disappeared!
Waiting, he hoped that she would reemerge ---
No use and things were now worse than he'd feared.
Scanners informed him the cops would converge
Putting an end to this life he'd revered.
With flashing lights and sirens in his wake
He sped off to outrun this gravest mistake.
Armed with a witness and now DNA,
He firmly believes he can finish this quest.
Life that had spiraled with stress and dismay
Would right itself with a single arrest.
He went to his car with no more delay
To end the hunt to which he'd grown obsessed.
Squad car pursuit through the streets of the town
To collar their suspect and take the man down.
Stifling paranoia and choking fear
Fleeing in panic with no where to run
Outcome and climax becoming too clear
Webs of his life of deceit now undone
No thought to surrender, only persevere;
Somehow continue what he has begun
Shouts to pull over and guns drawn behind
His destiny now, more than ever, maligned.
Growing bravado and courage regained,
Drawn to the chase as their mark leaves his car.
A few steps behind, but his pace is maintained ---
Knowing the chase will not go very far.
Leaping and pouncing, he got him restrained
Gun butt to skull quickly ends their brief spar.
Few muffled cries and a half-hearted kick;
Surrender complete when he felt the cuffs click.
Slow germination from childhood's abuse
Blooming alone in the soil of neglect
Each psychopathic yearning, so obtuse ---
Allowed to grow and fester there unchecked,
Until the rotten fruit they would produce
Became a crop he'd reap and not reject.
Years of misuse reached their low ebb in time;
A cycle of harvest, but this one of crime.
Always surrounded by love and support
He learned his admiration for the law
Doubtful at times, though (but) he'd never abort
The sense of morality only he saw.
Criminals roamed ever present, athwart
His efforts seem to wane, but not withdraw.
His crusade returned from whence it sprang
Once more to its apex, as yin does with yang.