by Gail Kerry

Created on: February 11, 2010

The creep sneaks in,

Unnoticed, ignored;

Excitement growing,

But seemingly bored.

Holding tonic & gin,

He sips very slowly;

Has to stay straight,

While his plan is unfolding.

Light hair and fair eyes,

With a cherub gace,

Inside a surprise,

Such a dark, ugly place.

He slithers and slinks,

Searching for prey;

Disaster impending,

A prowler at bay.

They never suspect,

The demon inside,

Retched and sneering,

A soul that has died.

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