The FURY

This is no fantasy,
No children's story.
I hunt a keen killer,
Seeking sadistic glory...

He's hiding out there,
Killing for pleasure.
And I will stop him,
I'll exceed his measure.

Been given two gifts,
At a young age.
That'll stop him dead,
They'll end his rage.

His crime scene,
This killer's show.
Is one of carnage,
Is one of woe.

A vile monster,
Of that no doubt.
Each victim's suffering,
Hard to block out.

He reveres his work,
The pain inflicted.
He'll work for hours,
His hate unrestricted.

They think they're safe,
The young and old.
Then he breaks in,
And evil takes hold.

He leaves no clues,
For us cops to find.
That doesn't worry me,
I'm a different kind.

His scene of crime,
Is beyond compare.
He's not human,
An evil nightmare.

We've seen it all,
Every hardened cop.
Now in tears,
That just won't stop.

A family slain,
That makes it four.
All innocent's blood,
Over every floor.

The dead are puppets,
Marionettes on display.
Mere window dressing,
Every wife his prey.

A wife and mother,
His twisted aim.
As her dead family,
View his shame.

Shards of mirror,
Over their eyes.
Reflecting him,
Raping his prize.

When he's through,
She joins the dead.
A bullet point-blank,
Through her forehead.

It gets worse,
What happens next.
He cuts trophies,
From his subjects.

My hatred grows,
My decision made.
Won't take him alive,
End his charade.

All perfect crimes,
So he assumes.
I'm on his case,
Cold judgement looms.

No fingerprints,
Not one lead.
He isn't human,
A different breed.

I use my gift,
I touch slain eyes.
And See his face,
He looks so surprised!

Incredible! Unbelievable!
He now Sees me!
We share the gift,
The gift of See.

I thought that I,
Was unique and true.
Now the gift of See,
Belongs to two.

But does he share,
My other gift.
Locked deep away,
Never cast adrift.

My other gift,
Is more a curse.
A powerful weapon,
The very worse.

Used fully once,
Many years ago.
Such terrible power,
My mind can bestow.

Hard to switch off,
When then projected.
But over time,
A power perfected.

He dies tonight,
And so obscenely.
By my curse,
To end his spree.

I have two gifts,
One I call See.
The other horrific,
I call my FURY!

My powerful FURY,
My deadly curse.
Is beyond belief,
Power at its worst.

My frenetic FURY,
Many long years ago.
Turned sand to glass,
And its power does grow.

It'll make him suffer,
And I'll make it slow.
My Wrath of God,
My horror show.

When I Saw him,
A background clue.
The place he dwells,
Now time to pursue.

Black as pitch,
When I arrive.
This dark night,
He won't survive.

Vengeance is mine,
Truly mine alone.
In his lonely warehouse,
His sins to atone.

Around the back,
His den of sin.
I select a window,
And quietly break-in.

Many trip-wire traps,
I expected nothing less.
One wrong move,
And I'll make a mess.

Linked to explosives,
His lethal security.
An insurance policy,
After Seeing me.

He's watching cartoons,
Laughing out loud.
This slayer of children,
Retribution soon avowed.

Christ! He's tall,
Way over six feet.
Robust and solid,
A killer to greet.

Against my FURY,
He hasn't a prayer.
God and the Devil,
Would both beware.

He throws his knife,
At my face.
I make it stop,
Suspended in space.

I return it to him,
Twice as fast.
What happens next,
Will leave him aghast.

Between his legs,
Buried hilt deep.
This castrated rapist,
Begins to weep.

His howls of pain,
I deafly ignore.
His blood now gushing,
Over the floor.

But this is nothing,
Of what's to bestow,
The mere beginning,
Of my horror show.

Telekinesis,
Some might say.
Or is it,
Witchcraft on display.

I make him rise,
Suspend him in air.
What happens next,
Is beyond compare.

He's high in the air,
About six feet.
My FURY builds,
With no retreat.

I make him spin,
Like a child's top.
My FURY still rising,
That just won't stop.

Slowly then faster,
Then faster and faster.
This night I am,
His puppet master.

His blood sprays out,
Ears nose mouth eyes.
And keep him spinning,
To agonize.

Faster and faster,
A runaway carousel.
Faster and faster,
A taste of Hell!

His spluttered cries,
Garbled pleas for death.
I simply ignore,
Then hold my breath.

I make it stop,
Then gaze at him.
What follows next,
Will be so grim.

Still suspended,
And still alive.
My FURY heightening,
He won't survive.

I think of fire,
And he's consumed.
Constant screams,
From a killer doomed.

I make it stop,
Then start again.
For all eternity,
For all the slain.

His heart still beats,
For my Grand Guignol.
His near skeletal face,
So does appal.

My eyes change colour,
From brown to blue.
My FURY it knows,
Just what to do.

I hold and hold,
Project and release.
As my cruel FURY,
Reaches its showpiece.

He starts convulsing,
Uncontrollable spasms.
Slowly splitting apart,
Like widening chasms.

I keep him alive,
To feel the final act.
His worthless soul,
I will extract.

His vile innards,
Explode everywhere.
Now a charnel house,
My FURY's nightmare.

I'm a manhunter armed,
With See and FURY.
My gift my curse,
I'll never be free...

He has a brother,
In fact a twin.
Swearing vengeance,
And a killer like him.

He's in prison,
Soon to get out.
Out to kill me,
Of that no doubt.

I know he will,
Come after me,
So I'll just wait,
And I'll just See.

And when he does,
Call in on me,
He will be greeted,
By a woman's FURY!