THE DEVIL'S IN THE DETAIL (sequel to The Devil's Work)

Spying through the window

Of his latest victim’s house

There she was, ‘a beauty’

Sat there eating with her spouse

Oh! How happy they did look

And, what misery he would cause

His pleasure overwhelmed him

In his mind; rapturous applause

He loved a spot of dinner

So he stayed to watch them eat

Standing from a distance

Too polite to take a seat!

Well, he hadn’t been invited

They didn’t know he did exist

‘Til the day he strolled into their life

A veil of deathly mist!

A character; beguiling

Lived a quiet, nasty life

Had no faith in any human

His religion was his knife

And this beast he was experienced

Had snooped around before

Taking life so many times

Scent of death; he did adore

This creature was no fool

His intelligence, supreme

To be successful in his crimes

He always had a theme

A trademark of his handy work

A signature of death

A kindly token he would leave

Upon their dying breath

His work was so important

And the details even more

It made his ‘craft’ superior

And never felt a chore

He looked on with great excitement

Saw the spouse go up the stairs

Just as he’d done every night

When he spied them unawares

The kitchen door left open

He’d noted this before

They liked to have a cigarette

Now he’d access their ground floor

Entering, oh so quietly

She never saw him there

He hovered for a while

Inhaled her perfume in the air

His success was in the planning

The spouse he liked an early night

Put his music in his ears

In the morning; what a fright!!

He devoured her aroma

Got tingles down his spine

Her body such a treasure

“Soon to be all mine!”

And with one foul swoop

Lunging to his pot of gold

He rammed the knife into her neck

A beauty to behold

The pain froze on her face

From the swiftness of her death

The blood it flowed all down his glove

As she struggled for her last breath

Her fear, it gave excitement

His body so erect

He revelled in her jewels

Took his fill; did not neglect

Any part of her young flesh

Or the details of his work

Precision it was everything

His job he did not shirk

Left a tiny daisy head

In the middle of her throat

Part of his murderous chain

In his genius, he would gloat!

Six daisies had he left

On all those bodies, oh so sweet!

Yet, more to join them in the link

Before it was complete

Revelling in the atmosphere

So pleased with all he’d done

Inhaled her beauty one last time

Oh! Work it was such fun!

His heart it filled with pride

Knowing that he’d never fail

As his Mentor always told him

The devil’s in the detail  ......