Gentle Death

Oh that is right little one
This is your first time
Awwwwwww
I am so proud
The student
outfoxing the master
I should have seen this coming
You did not preen
You did not give off
The aura
The halo
That gave away the others
Come closer
Do not hesitate
Do not become jittery
Steady the shaking hand
Grimace of remorse
Slash the blade
Arterial spray
Paint the walls
Paint yourself
Bathe in
The blood of the conquered.
I hand off my mantle
With gladness
And not without
a hint of sadness
For I would love to see
To watch the escalation
The staging of your plays.
How long before they caught on?
With my final breath
I bid you adieu.
Do not mourn me little one
I have always told you
There could only be one great one
One serial killer
To perplex
To play
With those too dimwitted.
Good-bye child
Thank you for the gentle dying.

©Oct. 18/19
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