Wandering Beauty

Jack The Ripper Saga....

She was cautious, yet she knew her duty,

Jack called her a Wandering Beauty,

her fear of him seemed to have left,

she had face death with him before,

she would be the one,

who would lure the victims to the floor,

for Jack’s fill, and sometimes even for fun.

The Wandering Beauty knew what she wanted to do,

that night she wept,

and she hadn’t slept,

the courage to kill Jack,

she hadn’t found it yet,

she wanted him dead ever since their eyes met,

and that was a safe gamble, and a sure bet.

She opened Jack’s door,

and entered carrying his breakfast tray,

she would do that everyday,

Jack ignored the food for a moment,

even though his stomach was growling,

in his ear he heard death howling,

he sensed a lack of trust,

protecting his name was a certain must,

he forced her to taste the meal,

sadly she had to, there was no making a deal,

she chewed and swallowed,

her existence seemed hollow,

the poison consumed her,

death was what she could feel,

entering slowly,

and that was the Wandering Beauty’s last meal,

because in her last breath,

his accomplice became a Wandering Death.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

tragic. Accepting her fate in such a sad story.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Interesting story poem. I like the characters and the plot. The end made my left ear tingle a bit....don't know why that happened. I liked it. Huzzah!

FF