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Evil In the Night
It's a mystery, a tale For years told It's a gruesome fact, An evil to behold. In the midst of the darkness Where no one can see He makes his way through town Not making a sound. Hidden from all It's his expertize To slip by you Silently like the breeze. He only comes out After dark, stalking its prey, Waiting patiently in the night To reveal a truth, a sight unimaginable To the mind. He finds pleasure In his work, he treats it As a skill, like an artist Would a painting. It gives Him a thrill. He hides deep within The darkness, all so still, waiting For his next victim, waiting for the right time to Kill. In the absence of the light He sneak's up behind her She feels the silence Of the night, she see's her life flash Before her, she tries to take a breath But all she can hear is the sound of her own death. As she grasp for air A warm feeling comes running down Her neck onto her chest. She knew then, that she became His next victim. The phantom of the night, The leather apron She then fell backwards In the arms of her killer In the arms of Jack The Ripper. June 30th 2016
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