Another night alone in the dark dank recesses of the city park that cool crisp autumn so long ago; air too cool for aviating arthropods to pester my honey-sweet hide I hunkered in the night’s camouflage, silently skulking my next victim. Lovers linger arm-in-arm in this shadowy sanctuary seeking soft sod where they can escape prying pupils from their lascivious leanings, while unbeknownst to them, their attempt at conjugal conjoinment would end in a sanguine slurry. While waiting in poor Poe’s Plutonian shore, I espied young prey passing thorough the tall trees at the edge of the great garden. My heart hastened with each passing pulse as they meandered towards their murderous meeting. I silently, slowly secured the switchblade cunningly concealed in my coat, caressing the clasp while the pitter-patter along the path progressed towards me. The unsuspecting undulating lovers’ time had expired; I readied myself to spring from this hidden hovel...I awoke moments later staring at the body below surrounded by police calling for a medic. The body, it appeared, was mine.

Now, here I dwell amongst the wild and green, no longer able to take life; cursed to stare as souls saunter, slipping past my grasp...