Killer

Should Killer trust the message, the one left upon his door?
In crimson letters, an invitation: to meet in the park at four
Common sense says it's not the cops
They would have used a warrant, not a note of bloody drops
As he crept along the foggy trail, through the dim and gloom
he thought about the promise; of them all having room
It seemed that it was sensible, to have a partnership
A way to keep on killing, so they wouldn't trip
He would give a listen, see how it would do
Maybe he could co-exist with the other two

Styx

Styx caught up with Killer's trail, followed to his door
Spied the bloody message and his ears began to roar
Hooded Stranger has beat him to the punch
The question is, right now; Are these two at lunch?
Styx concedes, a comprimise; he thinks it should be made
On territory made for each, accompanied by the blade
He agrees, that he; will curb his field of play
After hearing details, what the others have to say

Hooded Stranger

It's midday sun, let's have evil fun
Three of us, but I'm number one
Let today's bloody games begin
Stalking the stalker, he wants to be kin
He has chosen, I can feel his lust
No Killer, no Styx, he is too rushed
I wait, he's making his last move
he doesn't know, he's tomorrow's news
He'll not see it coming,"Oh, what a rush!"
The knife is in his throat, "No screaming boy, just hush"
As he falls to the ground, stares in amazment
It isn't his moment, just a bit of torment
Stepping away, with sporting grin and some crimson dew
Now where is his intended... where's she gotten off to?