Shadow of London
Spending another night in London,I roam the brick streets and alleyways in search of a soul to burn and consume.Disturbed i'am for craving such beauties out late walking pass me without knowing am the one causing the terror on these streets as they smile pleasantly at me.Till they realize am the horror of there nightmares as I lure them to my lair to have fun with there bodies as cold sweat runs down their neck while hanging from the chains I bound them in.I start slow by
draining your hope and anxiety by reassuring them my sinister urges is only to free there mind and soul as I gentle slip my blade across there flesh so they bleed only a little so I can taste there essences flowing out them.Speechless people are after finding these tasty soul I leave marked with the words craved into there chest saying feeling so numb every time I die,anxious the yard is to find me before the toll gets any higher,but they can't find me for I live in the shadows of the night,where there afraid to go except for this one that I'am always a step ahead of,till one
night he saw my eyes glowing in the night and face as I strangling this pretty in the alley,so after that began are chess game of cat and mouse for a decade,Holmes was his name as mine was the shadow hated worldwide for my sinister crimes I committed that only he ended,but my spirit lives on with my followers to this day.
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