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Date Posted: 16:18:10 07/19/00 Wed
Author: Peter. (a.k. Dutch)
Subject: Fatality.

Fatality.

Darkening clouds,
haunted by winds of evil forces
invisible to eyes to be caught and seen
disappear in background of similar dark
like the mysterious prowling terryfying shade
hiding between the ghostly bushes in the park.

Lurking for a harmless victim
to supply him the needed money
to refill the syringe of addicting madness
poisening his brain to kill without remorse
to answer to his body's yearning demands
to stop the pain of desperate cramping insanity.

While nearing her faith in nervous tripping
she gets surrounded by an uncertain ominous feeling
of meeting with disaster not before long
and as she quick looks over the shoulder to reassure
the fist with the mortal knife slowly arises
perfectly hidden by intens darkness
getting ready for the vicious attack.

A vague dim of the distant lantern
tries to sign the nervously striding woman
by a short warning flikker
on the long cold steel of the knife's slim blade
he's holding alert to slice the throat
of the harmless female without a galant escort
his choosen victim in this twilight night.

The fist's knuckles get whiter and whiter
by tightening around the knife's grip
the arisen arm's muscles are contracted
adrenaline shooting into the veins thriving
to utmost tension for the killing thrust
upon the woman's throat to end her breathing.

Within a split second the woman will cross
the exact spot for the fatal encounter
to cut off her lungs from the fresh everingair
and in a brief moment of absolute silence
the knive thrusts forward equivalent to the speed
of an arrow leaving the string of an arched bow.

The sharp steel of the long silver blade
slides through the soft flesh of the woman's throat
like the stinging teeth of an attacking cobra
and only the soft whispers of cloathes
and the dimmed thump of the dying body
falling to eart at the feet of her hangman
cleave the perfect silence of the fatal night.

During the time of three drops of blood
dripping slowly from the dagger's blade
the shade stands slightly bended over listening
to catch possible alarmings sounds of discover
before he kneels down to search the lifeless body
for the wanted means to sustain obsessive redemption.

As he turnes the ambushed female's body to the back
the blood besmeared knive slips slowly from his hand
to rattle over the pavement while a heart rending cry
emerges deep from the lungs of the low assassin
to tear apart the silent evening calmth in the park
while he sinks in devastation to desperately hold
close to his heart the lifeless body of his sister.

Peter.

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