Savior

“Oh, continue on stranger passing by,

For tonight your thoughts will surely die,

Beneath a crescent moon you’ll see,

That obsession surely loves company,

Oh, continue on stranger and fill the thirst in your veins,

Succumb to the grace of what you want but don’t forget to pray,

Oh, don’t turn now stranger because in this heartbeat you will know,

Earth is the Paradise but Hell is where you must go,

Oh, don’t fight it stranger, the pain will drop from thee,

Scream for the moon all you’d like, there is no escaping me”

 

The poem troubled William at first but he couldn’t let some prankster get the best of him. After all, he was damn sure he was alone in Bourbon Street many nights ago. She was just another w***e to play with in this pathetic excuse for a city.

In the corner of Royal and St. Ann, a young woman was mending her broken shoe. William drunkenly staggered to her passing a sleeping drifter whom he spat on. He noticed it was also a woman but abandoned the idea. There was a sick desire that rung through his veins.

“Need a little help miss?” He slurred, smiling beneath the moon of the crescent city.

The young maiden began to panic but William already had his knife to her throat. A satisfaction always came in the hour of a quarter past three. Not a single soul ever roamed lest they too wanted to feel his blade.

Footfalls echoed and a faint shadow moved behind him. He dropped the woman and held his knife proudly at his new acquaintance. His heart stopped in disbelief at the sight of a face he buried a fortnight ago.

He screamed and screamed as the blood poured out from his neck.  

Author's Note

This was a short assignment for one of my classes. Please Enjoy!