Night spills out onto the cobblestone of London
Fog calmly roaming the alley ways
Moon lighting illuminates necrosis

A women, drunk
without challenge crooning whiskey induced lullaby
Unaware the white of evils eye twas upon her tonight
Man of mystery
Man of riddle

Midnight, his choice of mask
Street lights assist her stumble home
Soon to befriend evil
Hidden in the depths of London night

Bidding time at the corner
The frozen steel blade carved
Cobblestone stained red
Ever marking this alley as her tomb


  • Phoenix8523

    Dark.. So very well written! Love it! -- phoenix

  • Michael Edwards

    This is so well crafted and so atmospheric describing one of the notorious string of events in good old London's history.

  • Tony36

    Felt like I was actually there, Great write

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