It (The Serial Killer) (Mirrored Refrain) Poem by William Cavanagh

Deficient lunatic, life’s abhorrent bounder
Cowardly species each and all and every one
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun

Nor may it count itself as man or beast
A cad, a rogue a loathsome pitiful sight
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night

Selfish worth seeking immediate gratification
It’s helpless obsession, it’s worth a sad pun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun

Loss redeeming nil, notwithstanding prayer
Convalesce forth and be exposed nigh light
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night