by MissShadowLovely (2014)
Brother: Sister dear, please come downstairs.
Sister: What does my brother have to share?
Brother: I have a guest I hoped you’d meet.
Sister: I’m sure they’ll sweep me off my feet.
Brother: This is Jill, my sweetheart fair.
Sister: Oh my! What gorgeous flowing hair.
Brother: I’m fond of blonde ones, can’t you tell?
Sister: I know you brother, all too well.
Brother: She’s sweet, and smart, and quiet too!
Sister: With skin of white and eyes of blue?
Brother: Of course, my dear; and they’re not far.
Sister: In the basement, in a jar?
Brother: Where else, my darling sister dear?
Sister: I’m glad you brought another, here!
Brother: You told me I should date again.
Sister: I know! I love your new girlfriend.
Brother: They never struggle. Not a one.
Sister: But that’s what makes it extra fun!
Brother: They’re never scared. I gain their trust.
Sister: To keep them guessing is a must.
Brother: I bring them flowers, candies, gifts…
Sister: It’s fun to watch their spirits lift.
Brother: And watch them drop as they take note…
Sister: Of sharpened blades upon their throat.
Brother: A puncture here, a sever there.
Sister: And soon they’re bleeding everywhere!
Brother: There’s not much meat for us to gather.
Sister: Think of it as hunting, rather.
Brother: But, hunters go for larger game…
Sister: The hunt is fun, dear; all the same.
Brother: Most of them are skin and bones.
Sister: With both of them we’ll build our thrones.
Brother: Don’t you worry, we’ll have meat.
Sister: We caught our prey, so we could eat.
Brother: This is true, but I digress…
Sister: What did you do to this one’s dress?
Brother: The dress, you say? You mean the skin?
Sister: No, silly boy. The clothes she’s in!
Brother: I used the fabric as a noose.
Sister: You hung her dear? Did she get loose?
Brother: No, no… dear sister. Do not fret.
Sister: Please don’t leave me with regret.
Brother: I used the noose to kill prey two.
Sister: You failed to say the prey count grew…
Brother: You see, my dear… her father’s strict.
Sister: Aha! I see. Twas he you picked?
Brother: He wanted just to tag along.
Sister: He surely knows that’s awfully wrong.
Brother: To protect his precious baby girl..
Sister: I’m sure to him; she’s his whole world.
Brother: Now they’re together; safe and sound.
Sister: We’ll bury both beneath the ground.
Brother: What’s left of them, it’s safe to say…
Sister: We’ll keep their organs locked away.
Brother: She had the looks, but lacked the sense.
Sister: Oh well. At least we’re both content.
Brother: It’s such a pity things went south.
Sister: A shame your first date won’t work out.