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Ode to Jack the Ripper
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 07:13:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The night is your sanctuary,
Out for new blood again…
Sweet flesh to carve,
They are your canvases…
Masterful artist, that you are…
Always dressed in your best,
Ready to kill…
These prostitutes, they ruined your life…
Their tainted mark branded on you,
It will always be there, until the day you die…
You are the composer of this disturbed symphony…
Quiet, dreadfully quiet,
Only the scampering of rats,
And the occasional mumbles of the filthy wretch not too far away…
You see her there,
Radiant under the moonlight…
Stars in her eyes,
Fire in her hair…
She was perfect…
You lure her in with grapes,
The fruit of “sensuality”…
She can’t resist…
A little smile plays across your lips,
You have her in your grasp now…
Fear, putrid and relentless,
You can smell ut emitting from her…
You take out your “paint brush”,
Brilliant and sharp…
The last thing she sees is her petrified reflection…
A blood-curdling scream fills the streets of Paris,
But no one comes, as expected…
The people are used to murders in the dead of the night…
Delicious, this feeling inside,
As you carve meticulously into her pallid flesh…
A final sigh escapes her ruby lips,
Her desolate heart has stopped beating…
More beautiful than before,
The graceless moon spilling Her impurity upon the young wench‘s ashen skin,
Her enthralling eyes obscure and lifeless…
You can’t help but steal a kiss from the dead angel,
Your warm lips brushing against the cold lips of Death…
Irresistible, blissful, boundless,
Like ecstasy, this icy kiss…
The world seemed to shine,
Everything was so surreal and enchanting…
Like a dream,
A twisted, malevolent dream,
Slowly turning into a nightmare…
You’re the monster,
That indescribable creature that lurks in the shadows,
Waiting, patiently waiting for that one moment to strike…
Your mind is fevered and quite disturbed,
These thoughts are of a killer,
Searching for something to calm your unbridled desires…
As I am writing this,
With vivid images of your “masterpieces” still coursing through me,
I realize you and I have a lot in common…
You wish to prove them wrong,
You want to give them pain…
You yearn to make them scream for mercy…
Ah, such music they make!
However, sadly it ends…
Leaving you craving endlessly for more…
The night is almost gone,
Dawn’s peeking through the horizon…
“A dead body revenges not injuries…”
Are the only words you speak,
Always after the “painting” is completed…
You walk off into the distance,
Merely a shadow now…
Till later tonight,
You shall strike again…
Here ends my ode to you, great ruler of my thoughts…
The slayer who’s name will forever be a legend, and a sweet song to my black heart…
Jack the Ripper.
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2004-09-12 19:13:50]
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Re: Ode to Jack the Ripper
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by Kay-P-M-Devenish on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 07:30:09 PM AEST
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Yikes!!!
Spooky stuff!
This excellent write gave me chills all over
and I have to go now and check under the bed,lock the doors,bar the windows and chew my nails,you have frightened me half to death but...
I really enjoyed this poem,wow! |
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Re: Ode to Jack the Ripper
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 10:41:40 PM AEST
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Very good write 'jack the ripper' was one of the tales my father used to tell me of old london town, he used to tell me about all sorts of gangsters and villains.
Then he would tell me they were the good old days!!
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Re: Ode to Jack the Ripper
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by Nazmythian on
Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 02:07:52 AM AEST
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A very descriptive look into tainted darkness. Colorful words and dark images that shall accompany me into nocturnal journies many nights from now. I guess in that way, I take you with me into slumber. I will dream sweetly.
Nazmythian ~ |
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