I see you there,
Without a care.
Does she know,
About that night in the snow?
My fear of you,
She'll know too.
Just how fast,
Will you take to reveal your past?
Why pick her?
Is it her red hair?
Does it remind you of fire,
My family's funeral sire?
When you came,
I was never the same.
Do you still,
Intend to kill?
How scared you'd be,
If you looked over at me.
You thought me dead,
The snow stained red.
The fire that night,
Took them from my sight.
You watched them burn,
Now it's your turn.
It's your time to pay,
How much, I can't say.
How, I care not,
As long as you forever rot.
My family I could not save,
But for this girl, I can be brave.
Before me, there were many others,
And their mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.
Today, the cycle comes to an end.
A gift from the law I have to send.
To you, they will tell,
Who put you in the jail called Hell.
Jessie Hopkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serial-killer-9/
