She took a familiar shortcut through a park
but in the dark

Unknown to her a serial killer was lurking
in the park waiting for someone like her

Halfway through the park, she sensed
the danger

But too late

The serial killer pounced on her

Bad move by him

The moon was full

and she morphed into her
werewolf woman horror

She tore the serial killer apart and did her
city a great public service

and saved all the women who would
have been his future victims

Bob Boyd

Woe to all the women in this world who have been tortured and murdered by serial killers. And all the women who will be. And I wounder how a God of Love, if there is one, allows such horrors to happen. I cannot imagine the horrors of a being captured, tortured, and murdered by one. It is my hope that when these women die, they go to a place of indescribable bliss and peace, and that it won’t matter how they went out of this world, won’t even be a memory to them.