As the night creeps in,
Smoke from London's hearths descend,
Swirling - dancing with the fog,
Haloing gaslights with a thickened haze,
Cloaking a flash of a six inch blade
Shadows become a blackened abyss
Frightened stragglers scurry to a place that's secure and bliss.
For a murderous madman has terrorized this den
Of prostitution and the criminally bent.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: history,london,murder,terror