A Killer's Tale

The first was a fluke.

One shove and a long way down.

On the wind, a scream.

The second was sought.

She drowned in her own bathtub,

head forced by his hand.

The third was harder.

He burned her house to the ground.

Her screams were his drug.

The fourth was his last.

He threw dirt into her grave,

to silence her wails.

One kill for each element.

He thought that he was clever.

He didn't consider a balance so delicate,

could be upset by his violent endeavor.

Death had been watching closely,

and felt He had been disrespected grossly.

It should be known that it's unwise,

to be on the Grim Reaper's bad side.