Cowardly tiptoeing to the back door, Ready to make her suffer more. Inside the house, prepared for attack, Meticulously sneaking in total pitch-black. In her bedroom, see her asleep; Not even worried that this is ***** and cheap. Akin to his knife, always in dread- Lest he never see her dead.
A different style of acrostic poem. This time it rhymes.
Tip toe quietly on yout feet Don't you dare you miss a beat Make around the floor-set traps Wide awake as the rest of the world naps Creak the door open just a slight Enough to sneak away into the night Ignore the clatter of bottles and breaths Soon enough they'll be just deaths Climb the barrier that separates care For that courage resides somewhere Tip toe quietly on your feet Don't you dare you skip a beat