Birds sing all around.
Songs of love and excitement.
But then they quiet.
I walk among them.
I instill fear in their hearts.
A creature of night.
A horrid creature.
One who has murdered many.
I am the monster.
My face is of two;
of two faces, two colors, hides the truth away.
My mask protects me.
Sometimes it peels off to show-
horror, hate, fear, anger.
I once taught a dove.
A dove whose name was Christine. I taught her to fly.
She was precious then.
Still is. An angel of light.
She turned off the fright.
I thought she loved me.
Her love was not full;
love filled with pity.
You ask how I know?
Her kiss made me realize.
Pitied kiss of fate.
I am long dead now.
Her sorrow ended my song.
Her tears made me free.
