Sense Sonnet - Chiller

The Web of Crime

The ransom note came in snail mail,
Demanding that I had to pay
A million bucks, or without fail,
Love's fate would go in a bad way.
I checked around and could not find
The love of my life anyplace.
The all of my heart, soul and mind
Just disappeared without a trace.
The ransom, I could not afford
To raise it in such a short time.
No cops threat could not be ignored.
Why me - the vic of such a crime?

My whole world has come so unwrapped,
Since My Space web site was blognapped.