She was taken in by his deceivable charm

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