The Follower
He stalks through the dark streets and lanes
looking, searching for a victim
seeing a likely women he follows
for days he watches her routine
Once satisfied he makes his plans
then sets aside all he will need
tomorrow is when he will act
he takes pleasure thinking on it
The following night he is there
goes to the door rings her bell
she opens it and is surprised
quickly he ushers her inside
Shaking in terror, do not hurt me
is the tearful plea, she stutters
no my dear you have it all wrong
I was tasked to check you out
You see you are now an heiress
your grandfather leaves a fortune
to who fills his will conditions
I am pleased to say you do
Now all you need to do is sign here
and all his possessions are yours
with a squeal she gave him a hug
her saviour from drudgery
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