A rose for her grave
notoriety he crave
hunger for fame his slave

Notes to police
written to tease
chase me please
cryptic theories

Wants to be caught
but just not, yet
still pleasure to be got
from being sought

A villages fear
knowing he’s near
stalking them like deer
laughing at his peers

Visits his old haunts
his crime he flaunts
with joy he taunts
his evil nightly jaunts

Captured by a twist of fate
this ending he hates
his escape too late
waiting at his warders gate

They turn the key
he’ll never be free
no access to library
to reminisce on his spree