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               ~All this World is Hell,
              and all the Men and Women  
                     merely Demons~

    He Looked and watched as she passed. With her hair down and hips swaying East to West. Once a Virgin, Pure and White, now a vile Portrait of Sin and Wickedness.

    Once her Gaze met his, all Hope was lost to the Beast. She looked into his eyes, and saw nothing, he was sure. But hers told a story. A solitary Tale that defined the way of the world in this day; this God Forsaken time.

    He Lured her into his grace with sweet, luxurious fruits and Drinks named for Beautiful Queens of far way lands.

    Her Eyes were bright Green, like Envy; like Greed; like Poison. Like the poisonous winged lady that possessed him this very Night. And her skin was a rosy Pink. Oh, curse the mind and Damn the imagination. That which torment him with brutal fantasies. How would it feel to let that pale flesh stroke along his Blade?

     One swift gesture and the deed was done. The Knife was kindled in the Blood of this whore, as she was laid to Rest

     He looked down on her lifeless body, the Blood like Gossamer, and he felt a wave of Righteousness lap over him. Then, it turned quickly to Rage and drowned him from within. Hatred. This Blade, this Hellish Companion was his ruler, and he was powerless against it

     He knew what he was. He was much like this woman. A whore and a slave to circumstance. The Hatred boiled inside him, but the Devil's thirst had not been quenched, so he lived on with an insatiable Lust for the kill.

     Still, somehow, with great glee and a satanic essence in his voice, he spoke to her, "Good night sweet Lady. May flight of Devils wing you to your Rest?"  And offered a smile for our recently departed Maiden.

      As the skies turned red, like the Blood on her dress, and his Eyes faded from a Malicious Black back to a soft Blue, he looked into the Darkness wishful that he might see more than the repulsive spectrum his world had become, and hopeful for a day with Gladness to see another.

     He searched the very depths of his Soul for the words that might comfort him, but there was nothing. Nothing but the Cruel truth.

      "May God have mercy on my Soul. For I am in Hell."

     And so it was, that the last words on his lips were of sorrow and sadness with no Hope of ever receiving the glory of Heaven.

     Good Night Sweet Prince.
I was inspired one night to write about Jack the Ripper, but in a different way than I usually saw. This is what came out.
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Jakethedogluver Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I read this aloud and it has a great flow to it. Very well put together.
AClockworkBlue Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2013
Thank you :~)
Psycho-wolf131 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2012   Writer
I got a great visual. The word choice you used was magnificent, and your sentences flowed together.
Psycho-wolf131 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2012   Writer
This is amazing :)
ShinpanX Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I really liked the prose you used, a great read.
StarsongVinry Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This put a very good picture in my head. This is beautifully written. I love it.
That actually made my head spin. It was Brilliant.
I Love Jack the Ripper myself, and what I would give to actually be able to write a piece like that!!
Well Done! :pat:
AClockworkBlue Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2012
Awww thank you :~)
AppleCinnamonBuns Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thats beautiful, I have always been interested in Jack the Ripper, I still want to know who he truly is.
AClockworkBlue Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011
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