Disclaimer: This is all my creation, sans the 'classic' New Series Breakout effect. I hope everyone enjoys this poem. This is set in Jack the Ripper's Era, and apologize profusely for any possible inaccuracies on it ;)
by Drew Thiele
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Echoes in the night,
Shadows deepen and darken,
Whispers in the darkness,
Murky depths of fog,
Incoherent screams ring~
Racing through the murk,
Looking over my shoulder,
Seeing and hearing not a word,
furthers the terror within,
a distant crackling, everywhere~
A towering figure appears from nowhere,
Gleaming knife in hand, distinctly sinister,
Staring at the figure of death in horror,
a crackling is heard, louder, and louder,
Surroundings vanished from my eyes,
Flashing from solid to liquid sea ~