richly dressed ingratiating smarm
contaminated with a sourceful skill
honeyed voice, physique to kill
If the premonition were perceived at word
the corruptible girl should have heard
Her body found in the woods of old
statuesquely silent, ungraciously cold
no noticeable bruises, no reason or rhyme
perfectly still as a moment in time
white as a dove, artistically lay
Surrounded by flowers found wild in May
Ostentatiously thwart, a clinical mind
bloodless statues of feminine devine
seven pretty women beguiled by a killer perfected form from an artistic thriller
representational of a Renaissance art
ageless beauty that could never depart.
Deaths dealt quickly by a calculating hand
legacy of a father, a controlling man,
mother crudely hurt from a tortured beat
a man trodden woman that gave back heat.
he was only a boy with too much to take
He wept every night the pain in his wake
an art gallery near, his only true friends,
were statues in the museums of Londons West End
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