Red Hand of Death
Chiming of the clock at midnight,
rings ominously in the shadow of city hall
Terror lurking in the fog cast a chilly pall,
over frightened ladies of the night
Tales of fear mixed with myth and fact,
helps the urban legend to flourish unchecked
Streetwalking work is an unavoidable regret,
gallows humor now part of the paid act
Whispers of a black-cloaked red hand of death,
keeps the gossip whores and tabloids talking
Police fails as the maniac continues stalking,
someone this night will breathe their final breath
Screams are heard coming from a darkened alley,
rumors said her neck had met the blade
Body is discovered by a local hotel maid,
this sparks an impromptu march and hasty rally
Citizens cry out, demanding an actionable plan,
something drastic to apprehend this monster
It is so good right now to be a Gothic painter,
selling gory images of a death-dealing red hand
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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