Tightrope!

He was certain that this was the correct tree

said it had been so long

his hair had gone face was wrinkled with age

the handcuffs were tight

but the pain gave him the strength to cope

as he faced the tightrope!

 

Felt no emotion laughed inwardly to himself

the judge had called him a insane

that made him well up with pride deep inside

never could relate to other people

a form of pleasure taking their breath away

annoyed he was here today!

 

Had stayed years in a secure mental hospital

content living his perfect dream

wanting for nothing as his victims forgotten

until the doctors said he was sane

the detectives allowed to interview him again

trying to get inside his warped brain!

 

Transferred to a new prison for violent criminals

but it was not his choice of home

able to be pursued to admit what he had done

this was a game he would not play

for he had done nothing wrong was the only reply

that he was a mass murderer did deny!

 

But they persisted coming up with photographs

of his alleged countless victims

one had a familiar face that unsettled his mind

which they spotted the reaction

with more questioning made him at last admit

a connection had to submit!

 

So here he stood before this large sycamore tree

informing them a victim laid below

but it was not true just wanted to get outside

determined he wanted to die

they would never know the secrets of his evil

lifetime mission had to fulfil!

 

Within this depraved being that everybody feared

armed guards accompanied him

as the authorities hoped there was a conclusion

for a family waiting so long

but without any warning he turned aggressive

that went beyond excessive!

 

Taking by surprise held a guard with cuffed hands

crushing the delicate throat

no pleading would make him ever release the grip

with desperate measures was shot

his plan had now been fulfilled silenced forever

the truth to be told never!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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