THE DEVIL'S WORK

Observing for a while
Watching life just come and go
He’d paint a sickened picture
Of what he had to know
Standing in the backdrop
Noting all the days and times
Meticulous in his artistry
Plotting all his future crimes
A master in the making
A force so dark in soul
Urges rampant; taking hold
An artist in a role
The devil on a mission
Rip the heart out of their home    
Sadistic planning; bide his time
The daughter left alone
“So clever in my forethought”
He told himself with pride
Mindset of a monster
Delirium; he couldn’t hide
He rubbed his hands together
Contemplated future fun
Crawled away into his hole
Waited for the morning’s sun
Returning to the destination
Excited to his core
Parents leave like clockwork
He sidles to the door
And as the door creaks open
His prize within his reach
He throws himself into the room
A lesson he will teach
The girl, no more than thirteen
Had a face so fair and pure
Distorted now with fear and dread
Her body so mature!!
Sadly for his victim
She was just his perfect type
Too young to know just what to do
Old enough to give a swipe
Fight was what he craved
Excitement built within
Body hard with admiration
Her screaming made him grin
‘Help’ she croaked to no avail
As he clung onto her throat
He leaned towards her tender cheek
Her mind began to float
The smell of her sweet body
Left his body in a spin
Throttling her ‘til she passed out
Now let the fun begin!
The spoils of his hard day’s work
Was there for all to see
He stripped it down and laid it bare
Filled his blackened heart with glee
His stopwatch had been triggered
If calculations were correct
Sixty minutes set upon his clock
The finer details had been checked
These little details gave him pleasure
A devil to his cause
No need to rush a simple job
Admire his work: Take a pleasant pause
But there was nothing that was pleasant
In the making of his crime
For her parents; an indelible stain
Marked deeper over time
Their devastation not considered
He was a beast; possessed no heart
Sickened urges paramount
A requisite to his part
Now his body started shaking
Tension; far too much to bear
Releasing all his fury
On the poor girl lay right there
She was left without identity
Her pretty face was so destroyed
The actions of an animal
Of mind he was devoid
So when he’d finished all his evil
And carefully withdrew
Satisfied his hunger pains
Pleased with all he knew
He crept back in the darkness
Squirmed silently away
Tearing hearts and lives apart
Doing the devil’s work that day ...