About the searing murk of night,
Cold begets the hunger of his blade,
The Dollymop may flee from fright’s plight,
Her blood the toll, the Ripper to be paid.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
About the searing murk of night,
Cold begets the hunger of his blade,
The Dollymop may flee from fright’s plight,
Her blood the toll, the Ripper to be paid.