The Ballad of the Ripper

This poem had to be written in iambic verse and in the ballad or hymn style. I chose alternate iambic tetrameter and trimeter.

The Ballad of the Ripper

The snow falls one December eve,
The moon shines eerie bright.
All trace of life well hidden as
All beings slept that night.

When slicing through the silent air,
A crunch upon fresh snow,
A sinister figure approaches,
Dressed black, from head to toe.

He stalks past houses one to three,
Then stops at number four.
The lock, he picks with skillful ease
And opens up the door.

He steps into his victim’s home;
Invasion without care.
Moves cautiously about the place,
Assessing with his stare.

Ascending to the landing top,
He listens hard for breathing,
Then moving to a bedroom door
Pulls blade from out its sheathing.

A figure sleeps upon the bed,
So deep, she will not stir.
But childlike states of dreams will not
Deter him from his dare.

A piercing scream echoes around,
A cold silence descends.
The figure leaves without a trace:
An innocent life ends.

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[ManasaC]

Oh my!!! This is really terrific...I liked it very much