The Serial Killer

The daylight dissipates, fade away, retreats

While a serial killer roams the street,

whom lizards chased and mosquitoes preached,

as the scene of crime lay washed in bleach

The night permeates, polymorphic and pensive,

prejudiced , prerogative, comprehensive

the elemental design

that which is, the promise of moonshine

Mesmeric murderer armed with a gun

At the break of day on the run

The serial killer this full moon tonight

Perched pretty atop the twilight

As lovers poets and werewolves alike

their humble self like embers of lignite

breathe life at the touch of moonlight

left enough for some yonder night

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