Thriller

A figure, a shadow, creeps in from the night,
his intentions contrastthe gentle twilight,
slowly, so slowly, he makes his way through,
stealth is important, and silence is too.
A knife, slightly brown from rust on the blade,
was soon to acquire a much darker shade,
the young girl was first, only twelve today,
the figure knew she was the easiest prey.
A slash, no noise, save the drip from her neck,
no blood on him yet, not even a speck,
so skilled was he in dealing with death,
he fancied himself a reincarnate Macbeth.
Mum and dad follow their girl's bloody lead,
As the man satisfies his sickening need,
the boy who he missed, saw all while he hid,
and stifled a cry when he saw what he did.
A cell for the man who committed this crime,
shall be occupieduntil the end of his time,
scientists observe the sick thoughts behind,
this boy and his evil, schizophrenic, young mind.