Under the street lamp mist one hears...!

Your presence noted

a shadow moved

darkness followed.

While the sun baked

your shadow wrinkled

shining my light.

I saw....

the dark intentions

walking alone

on cobblestone streets

in a mist of mystery

you consumed the innocent

doomed to your pleasures,

 for lightning strikes

never the same place

the whistle blows

on blood lined streets

you planned your escape.

 A rip and a slash

keep the beggars at bay

you sharpen your knife

waiting....

for your next prey.

Time on your side

tomorrow beckons

the return....

Reviews

[Diane]

That was awesome! I really like to read things like this. How did you come up with it? Did you watch something on tv or read a book?

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Diane, based on Jack the ripper and those Edwardian times I think. I just run with my ideas see where they take me and sometimes I get lost! Merry Xmas Diane

[Mrudula Rani]

Is it about the Jack the Ripper? Reading it I scared myself a bit!!

[andrew mitchell]

Yes indeed many thanks and have a happy festive season.