WANNA PLAY A GAME ...

Foreboding filled the air

On the night he took him down

A premonition; on a mission

As he rode right into town

This figure was now ready

For his fill of what was right

He’d had enough of listening

Revenge he planned that night

The figure was of honour

Darkness; not of heart

But he knew he had to finish

What the victim he did start

The reasons for his anger

Were now raging in his mind

He revelled in his thoughts

And those thoughts they were not kind

The craving that he yearned

Was to take the beast right down

Make him suffer; pay the price

Where there was no one else around

Make him feel the way his victim had

This poor man’s little girl

Tortured by the devil’s hand

Stole away his precious pearl

She was his only princess

But the victim sought her out

Typed away her innocence

She trusted him throughout

‘Til the day that she did meet him

And he snuffed her life away

Took her to a secret place

And there she was to stay

Left inside a zipped black bag

A tag upon her toe

Another sad statistic

And a parent’s greatest blow

But there was no justice this time

For a man that served ten years

A crime that left them reeling

A monster’s debt now in arrears

So he wanted to collect

He’d waited far too long

Payback was in order

What this villain did was wrong

He planned every last detail

All the places, times and date

The victim on a curfew

There’s no way he could be late

Watching from a distance

The time was half past eight

The evening getting darker now

Time for their first date!

Creeping up behind him

As he walked to his front door

He grabbed him tightly round his neck

And dropped him to the floor

Wrapping like a parcel

A black hood around his head

He tied the rope so very tight

Wishing he was dead

But this game had only started

As he threw him in his van

Gruesome bitter thoughts

Consumed this vengeful man

The victim he was shivering

A coward; dribbling mess

Scared of what was happening

Oh how he would confess!!

This scared and lonely figure

Where he was, he didn’t know

His fears they soon were realised

As he felt this man’s first blow

“Feeling scared yet?” sneered his captor

“Are you ready for some more?”

He let out a muffled cry

As his head hung to the floor

“The games have only started!”

He said opening up his case

Sharpened tools; weapons of fun

The hatred he embraced

Cos the hate was all consuming

And revenge was all he knew

Would never bring his baby back

But the feeling of hurt just grew

So as he pulled off that black hood

Let the victim see his face

The instant recognition

Made the victim’s heart now race

The Father from the courtroom

Who promised him he’d die

Had him tied up to a chair

A fearful tear fell from his eye

Oh how you will now suffer

As I promised you that day

The day you took my princess

Is when you gave your life away

The horrors of the hours

That the men spent in that room

Are not able to be spoken of

A tortured place of doom

His fingers they were severed

So he’d never type again

Never lure those poor young children

Into his seedy sordid den

His manhood was removed

By a blunted six inch knife

The loss of blood he suffered

Is what ended this man’s life

The father he was punished

For the crimes he did that day

A legacy that drove him mad

A game he had to play ...

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