Eyes flash crimson
Hair blows in the wind like an ensign
A dark, stormy night
Fog rolling in to enhance the fright
Clip-clop of heels on the street
A figure moves that’s white as a sheet
There is silence around
A muffled scream as a purse falls to the ground
Ripping flesh
The taste of death is still fresh
A body limp on the pavement
Another night renewed to this enslavement
Back to the shadows
As light brings his return to the gallows
Tags: Poetry