A
walking cane
A
suit from Spain
The
finest money can afford
A
silken hat
And
dapper spats
A
gentleman of fine accord
Elegant
style
Confident
smile
He’s
a real eye-catcher
It’s
obvious that
Such
dapper spats
Belong
to a man of stature
Walking
London town
Streets
leading down
He
steps into the dark
Through
back alleyways
A
dank, narrow maze
Come
to leave his mark
He
stalks his prey
Willingly,
they
Follow
him up the lane
He
is never rude
Though
his plans include
The
sword within his cane
Smooth
and steady
Poised
and ready
Keeping
things well out of sight
A
sudden gleam
A
muffled scream
One
less lady of the night
A
thrill so divine
Like
the finest wine
Poured
from oaken vats
Nothing
else matters
As red glory splatters
Onto
his dapper spats
Wow--I love it! Very nice twist.
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ReplyDeleteLove the twisty stuff. And you got me, because it started out with the gentleman being so apparently benign, proving the old "book by its cover" adage. Nicely done!
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