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Stalker of the Night by L. M. Mercer

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Stalker of the Night
By: L. M. Mercer


Evening has come and the night swiftly approaches,
Colors deepen and shadows lengthen across the ground,
Winds begin to stir and temperatures drop quickly,
Leaves rustle in the trees and a figure in black emerges,
Silently he stalks the streets and moves with a singular purpose,
Searching the fallen angels and hunting for Jack’s latest victim.
Moving down the London streets, he hears the words he has awaited,
A husky voice whispers, “Lookin’ for some business, luv?”
With face hidden by his hat’s brim, he offers an arm,
In a dark alleyway, she moves to a wall and pulls up her skirts,
She turns around and in a blinding slash of metal, blood spurts on the wall,
As she slides to the ground, a deep voice says, “More blood for the Ripper.”


About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".

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