Whistles blow in foggy London

Whistles blow in foggy London.

His shadow creeps across,

blotting out her light;

so did the clouds

hide the sun.

In the clearing,

shrieks of terror cries,

whistles blow

one heart had been stabbed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A short tale in the poem with a open ending. Nice description left reader with mystery and wonder. Thank you Andrew for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John for reading it was to be reminiscent of jack the Ripper lol

[Coyote Poetry]

I know. I have been watching Penny dreadful. I liked the old tales of mystery. Thank you Andrew for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote