Disclaimer: Totally Spies belongs to Marathon Media Inc. This is a poem fic about Tim Scam, partly inspired by William Blake's "The Tyger and the Lamb".

In the stillness of the night

Lurks a killer, veiled from sight.

Not the bindings, nor the chain

Can his raw fury restrain.

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Smould'ring ashes, flames of red,

Crimson blood of victims shed –

Prancing 'mongst the shadows long:

Screams of pain, a grisly song.

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Glint of madness gleaming bright:

No clear sense of wrong or right.

Sea-foam eyes, a mask so fair

Shrouds intentions without care.

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Weapons, whether big or small,

Play a role: he uses all.

Mind controlling, a neat trick,

Is but one plan he can pick.

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Blinding flashes, cries of pain

Signal yet more bodies slain.

In the morning they are gone,

Vanish'd cleanly before dawn.

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Fallen king – a chess game's lost;

Human lives are the great cost.

Twisted mind, of genius great,

Outwits spies: they are too late.