Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled It would make sure the slice would catch right there Causing her to pause in her butchery Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly