Sincerely...

"Dear mister beloved author,
My truly famed, favored regarder,
You're nothing but the one discarder
Of my exquisite lonesome drear.

Your work brings inspiration forth,
From my complex mind to be the source,
Of degrading my mind with a fork
Just to have your presence right near.

I dream of your sight every night,
And then I waken to have a fright,
Of the possibility that might
Come to rise and drop a cold tear.

You haven't a purpose for me,
It isn't "I" who you would go seek.
As I picture your sight being seen,
I begin to create much fear.

So that's when it came to my mind,
That it is "you" that "I" should go find.
As you read this letter, I can't whine!
Do not worry, for I am here!

So, sincerely 'your biggest fan'
For I hold a sharp knife in my hand;
It is your work that caused my dark plan.
And now, as you tremble, I sneer!"