Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Ripper
The haunting vision of the horrible scene
played out before me tears at my soul,
wrenches my heart, and terrorizes my mind.
As Jack the Ripper slowly stalks
his unwitting victim in the dark of night.
I watch him stealthily slip up to her side,
jab his steely blade into her heart.
Violently he twists the sharp knife.
She falls breathlessly to the ground
writhing and screaming in pain,
til her last mortal breath escapes lifeless lungs.
Leaving her lying cold, and still in a puddle
of dark, sticky blood.
Donavon Scott Vinson
Dedicated to my friends Ryan and Jay at Bowland Lanes.
They are into the spooky stuff,:) lol!!