Lady of the night

Blood soaked in lace

Gently encircling her face

Arms crossed,. laid on the ground

Not a breath, not a word, not a sound.

Signs of her struggle, tangled in her hair

He loved her, he killed her and left her there

She finally met her professions fright

Oh, the dangers of ladies of the night

Author's Note

I know the first line sounds odd but I say "blood soaked in lace" I say that to compare the amount of blood to lace.

Reviews

[Nene]

A SAD poem... Its beautifully written... In only a few lines you explained alot... All the fears of lady of the night ... Made me senit and a bit sad,,,, but thats the beauty of poems I guess.... to transfer your feelings to others.....
Well written!!

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much Nene! This was loosely inspired by Jack The Ripper. I'm really glad you liked it!!!

[PonoEllis]

first line does not sound odd it works, helps ya know what the poem is, the words flow so nicely I had to reread this cause I ;liked it so

[Death's Poet]

thank you Pono! It makes me happy that it was worth rereading