Ripper

Poem about a London serial killer back in the 1800's who was never caught.

                        Ripper



              Night sounds conjure demons
              that crawl within my brain
              I crave the scarlet sacrament once more
             
              Shadows writhe like serpents
              beyond the reach of reason
              madness lurks outside my carriage door

              Lamplight shines within my blade
              the steel is hungry now
              impatient to immortalize its prey

              Souls will vomit curses
              when eyes behold the tapestry
              of blood and flesh revealed by light of day

              My hands deliver absolution
              now I can create
              making wretchedness a thing divine

              She belonged to many men
              while she was a whore
              but as I sculpt, her innocence is mine


              C.  Lon  R.  Bruso