Mastered

He was a master of deceit
And a master of disguise
He hunted for his prey
Leaving horror in their eyes.

He ripped their skin
He slashed their life
Ravaging their bodies
Pain of his own device.

The sins committed were many
Torture, greed, pain and disgust
Mercy stayed the unanswered
As murder born of horrid lust.

They dubbed him Master Sinner
His trail continuously cold
His game stayed one step ahead
But then there was one brave soul.

She described his eyes of black
How they pierced her very core
Hatred she’d not soon forget
That begat the blood and gore.

He stripped her of her dignity
He swore to end her life
If ever she spoke of his obsession
That left her in a dark terror night.

She listened to the television
That told of the latest body
It was a mother in her forties
In a shallow grave she lay rotting.

It hit her with a powerful blow
She had to stop his evil plight
She could’ve prevented lives lost
Of women in their losing fight.

She spoke of his crumpled speech
Of his stench of whiskey galore.
She imitated his staggered walk
And brought them to the splintered door.

They looked quizzically into her eyes
A description leaving them stunned
They stuttered if she knew his name
To which she replied, he’s my husband.