A Red John Poem

I am in the shadows pulling the strings

Only a select few know my name and what I have done

Everyone that is associated with me is my pawn

I may look like a normal man with an everyday job

But everything is not as it seems

While everything I see is covered in blood including my heart

I am the puppeteer and I control my associates with invisible strings

Getting them to do exactly what I want

As I wait for the time to confront Patrick Jane the

And end this battle of the wits and intellect once and for all