A rose for her grave

notoriety he crave

Desire's a close shave

hunger for fame his slave

Notes to police

written to tease

chase me please

cryptic theories

Wants to be caught

life's worth, nought

still pleasure to be got

from being sought

A villages fear

knowing he's near

stalking them like deer

laughing at his peers

Visits his old haunts

his crime he flaunts

with joy he taunts

his evil nightly jaunts

Captured by a twist of fate

this ending he hates

his escape too late

suicide he contemplates

They turn the key

he'll never be free

no access to library

to reminisce on his spree