Pocket Full of Posies

[Craven Delights]

[Pre-dawn]

"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies..."_+The sing-song words rosomg up from those thin lips yet again as crimsons watch a new pretty poppet make her ritualistic three mile run. The warped one had seen her around. Seen her penchent for low cut shirts exposing max cleavage. This one had to be added to the collection.+_ "Ashes, ashes...Kaja's all fall down"

_+The pace an easy one to lope in a parallel fashion as nimble fingers loaded a tranquilizing dart into the rifle across his arms. Some call the warped one monster. Some call him crazy. He called himself an artist and a collector.+_ "I cannot, save you. I can't even. Save. My self. So just save yourself."

"It's just you and your hand tonight." _+Final lyrics falling from Lyric's lips as the barrel came up and fired. Adding another pretty poppet to the collection.+_ "You spin me right round, baby right round, like a record baby. Right round. Round Round."

[Night Fall]

_+Words whisper once more from the warped ones freshly colored lips as he sat the poppet down outside the gates of her home. The connection with this one felt like fun. The connection with all his poppets felt like fun.+_ "Good night sweet heart, well it's time to go. I hate to leave you but I really must say. Good night. Sweetheart. Good night"

_+A turn and the warped soul fades back into the night. Hunting a new posie for the garden.+_