Dear Zodiac, this is the Witch King speaking....

Dear not Arthur Leigh Allen--

Since we know it's not him, well a good portion of us know it's not him and we're off him and onto, well whadda ya know? NEW evidence.

My my my. For decades you've sat in your home all smug. Preening, smiling at yourself, reveling in your past deeds. Good for you. Just remember, it wasn't because you were say smarter than anybody else, or more clever. No, you're a fairly pedestrian figure. You've been lucky, that I'll give you. Funny thing about luck. It runs out. Ask Dennis Rader. Ask Ted Bundy. Ask John Wayne Gacy. Ask Gary Ridgway.

Something tells me yours just ran out too. Some things cannot stay hidden forever.


Where is the Horse and the Rider?
Where is the Horn that was blowing?
They have passed like Rain on the Mountains,
Like Wind in the Meadows.
The Days have gone down in the West,
Behind the Hills,
Into Shadow.