Hostel Intentions...

Stealthy stepping from the alley, moving in the dark
Killer went patrolling, the little garden park

Gray and black, the shadows, corners full of alone
There were figures in the fog, but they were all of stone

Killer watched the paths and by-ways, he didn’t miss a thing
Almost silent feathers heard, as a cagey owl took wing

Senses honed to sharpness; chasing monsters made them so
He sniffs the air for odors, his eyes run to and fro

A movement in the shadows, makes him turn his head
Reflexes made of lightning, keeps him from being dead

Two titans, heavy muscled men, struggle in the night
It’s a match made not in Heaven; a really hellish fight

A flashing blade brings grunts of pain, Killer twists it in
They stumble ‘round on the grass, in a dance so grim

Bleeding from a dozen wounds, the rapist tries to flee
Oh no, you don’t, says Killer; you’re not escaping me

You need to have this operation, your soul just ain’t quite right
I mean to fix it here and now, before we leave tonight

With that he ties the pervert down, to a bench back in the trees
Then he unfolds his book of knives, as he gets down on his knees

“No screaming now, it wouldn’t be right, to ruin such a night”
A gag tied firmly, binding tongue, but no blindfold for his sight

The bench is shaking with beautiful pain, blood runs down the side
Muffled shouts upon deaf ears, here runs a crimson tide

A flap of skin hangs down the skull, a sawed-hole in the very back
Killer lifts out a piece of brain, ‘This is what made him attack’

At least, I think it may be true, I’m new at this you know
Too bad he didn’t live long enough, to find out how it’d go

Well, there is no use of wasting meat, I’ll take a roast and fillet strips
A wet thunk or two, shattered bones, slick parts so hard to grip

Now the scent of barbecue, floats in the air so sweet
In the kitchen of the hostel-house, they all line up to eat

I’ve made my mystery recipe, this sauce is a secret blend
The party’s for you good folks; my stay in Sweden to end

Eat up, there’s some right here, more meat to go around
The burgers are medium-rare, the sausage is freshly ground

Delighted students and traveling bums, ate it all right up
Killer thought them very nice, as they all raised up their cups

Day is breaking o’er the horizon, Killer’s finally on his way
He whistles underneath his breath, as he starts a brand new day

The party was a big success, but there’s no new recipes
Oh well, it would’ve been wasted; on untrained palettes such as these