[TOP'S POV]

I.

Bewitching hour cometh, young lass my home giveth.

Deep and lost in her somnolent state, loud the silent breath

Looming presence of the eidolon ghastly screams

The murderous  plot a reality not a dream

II.

Frantic I ran to the scullery

From a benign acquaintance to a spook of treachery

With thine weapon I shall rejoinder

Contravening the long contemplated murder

III.

Rising up and falling down, blood went a spatter

Fair maiden hadn't a minute spared, screech a scatter

Extripated was she, soul dissevered from body

Tis I dragged to basement from lobby

IV.

The dark, damp, cold cavern beneath my dwelling

In my arms, the prey of a hunting

Lodged behind hobby after hobby, there her carcass I hurled

Any anamnesis of her expunged from my world