Digit awoke from a deep sleep
Thinking that appointments he must keep
To lie low for a year or two
As off the scent the detectives he threw

His friend from school that received his wealth
Was told to wait and not spend it all on himself
Now Digit had a task on his mind
He scoured the papers his friend to find

He found that he had left for America there,
New York he saw in the papers columns clear.
He booked a flight that day and flew no time to lose
A lady, green with book in hand he would chose

The one in the States he laughed his mind to confuse
A visit as soon as he could, their hospitality he would use
He hoped the police would not know he was there
No "modus operandi" or his record, so there was no fear.

It was easy to purchase his sharp tools of trade
Not wanting a gun just a few sharp blades
To make a plan was the first task to do,
Famous places he would research anew.

Digit had found serial killers by the score
Here he was in the land of Nevermore
One of his dreams that in his bent ways he wished
Was to join with her, as her own way was brandished.

Where to find her house as this place was strange.
Then a meeting of blades and stories to arrange.
Worlds apart there were others here to find
Nevermore and Killer seemed to fill his mind.

Distance in the states was massive to contemplate
One in New York another in a Southern State.
A plan must be made to join them all up for a feast
A secluded beach for long pig somewhere out East

Digit spent a few days taking in the historical things
A strange sentimental streak that made his head ring .
He cried at ground zero, blending with other minds.
Seemingly a part of him remembered family left behind.

That night he could not think to do more
To his apartment he ran there locking the door
As if afraid that the place he had just seen
Would take away his aims in his twisted dream.

Digit has reached your shore,
watch out Killer and Nevermore..