She screamed for me, her eyes were wide

She begged me to desist

My little ballerina girl

Oh God!

I can't

Resist

Night after night I'd watched her move

And twist around the floor

That innocent look,Upon sweet face

The final heart,

One

More.

Six in all, no doubt you've heard

Were needed for my feast,

To keep my body young again

For twenty years

At least.

I found one in an alleyway, a lady of the night,

The second one,

A trainee nurse

By Christ

She had some

Fight!

My third and fourth picks, they were twins

A lovely pair, indeed,

Identical,

In every way

Pure avarice

My Greed

Victim five, a bookman's daughter

Welcomed death, 'tis true

I savaged her

And ripped her neck

I watched her face

Turn

Blue

The ballerina she was last, a good choice

That's no lie

The final piece

Clicked into place

From London

Soon

I'll

Fly

My one regret, the heart I missed

Christie,

Was that her name?,

My failure in

Attaining her's,

For that,

I feel

No

Shame

She minded me of hearts gone by,

Trophies

From the past

America?

My next stop?

She flees

But that

Won't

Last...........