With great anticipation and feral delight,
a beautiful young lady of the night
is silently pursued,
through the cold, rain soaked streets.
Never does the harlot realize the mortal danger
that lurks in the deep, dark shadows,
as she quickly strolls through
the eerily silent park,
seeking her sleazy customers.
'Til at last his terrible trap is sprung
in a garbage strewn back alley,
where the fatal, bloody blow
is viciously struck,
ending another successful night
for the evil stalker of ladies of the night.
Donavon Scott Vinson
A crime poem. I wish this on nobody.
When the sun shines down upon the tired mountains,
and my heart sags from lack of love.
When all seems dark and grey in my life,
then shall I turn my eyes heavenward.
To find the peace that I so desperately seek,
and know that God above cares about me.
Donavon Scott Vinson