Light of the harvest moon highlights the landscape, eerie shadows long and lean cross the street, the cold steel blade resting by knee, time slowly ticks off the clock into eternity, like smoke leeched from fire gone without a trace.
Killer stalks his prey without conscious thought, God sits atop his throne peering down as decision is made and the deed is done, the killer gone into the night!
Heros in blue try to find the clues, they pick up the pieces and hide their sarcastic faces.
Loss felt on a cellular biases, family cries for justice, the night returns as the killer finds another victim.
His cold steel thirsts for the blood of the innocent, with murder on his mind he faces his demons of solitary thought.
As the morning breaks yet another day the killer has gone, pain and suffering is all that remain!
A poem by Christopher L. Lisenbee