Murder in the Woods

The air thick with danger on a hot summer eve.
Eerie feelings surround this pending calamity.

I creep through the haze stealth without sound.
Ahead my lone target stretching on the ground.

A vibrant young Blonde no older than twenty-five.
In a few minutes time, she'll cease to be alive.

Power courses through me as I seek to play God.
Such an addicting feeling, although its very odd.

Plans calculated in advance, actions cruel and precise.
I spring forth from my hiding, wielding a large knife.

Pouncing like a hungry puma upon its wild prey.
Look of surprise in her eyes, today is her last day.

I drug her body off as she took a final breath.
She shed a lone tear, the knife ripped from her chest.

I placed her in a grave along an abandoned path.
To keep the others company, a testament to my wrath.

This is a work of fiction. although evil people commit crimes like this every day.