Dead Four, Julie

While on her daily morning jog,
Julie felt an eerie presense near,
Densely covered by the fog,
Heart now pumping fast with fear.

As she hurriedly picked up the pace,
To outrun whoever's in pursuit,
Quickly her pulse began to race,
Abandoning her normal route.

Chased for what seemed an eternity,
Now, running almost at a full sprint,
Feeling safety was an uncertainty,
Her pursuers would not relent.

You see, Julie preyed on the lonely,
Elderly single men with wealth,
No matter handsome or homely,
With illness or in good health.

She lured them in with kindness,
Or the lurid method of sex,
Leaving them dizzy and mindless,
To the horror of what's to come next.

4 so far, soon to be wed again,
The methods used that did them in,
Were different and randomly chosen,
A shove, a pillow, arson and poison.

Lost now, being chased toward a pier,
Waves continually crashing down,
From the ocean she couldn't hear,
Julie's horror deafening the sound.

Noticing the noise her feet now made,
Closer to the edge of certain doom,
The hollow thud with each foot laid,
Her path was running out of room.

Suddenly a trip and forward lunge,
Her pursuers no longer disguised,
Just before she took that fatal plunge,
Into a bitter cold and watery demise.

Seeing them all so perfectly clear,
The ones to usher her to the grave,
The reasons she ended up here,
Her victims, Stan, Bob, Al, and Dave.