At the end

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A shard of light refracted so elegantly, causing a rainbow to engulf my senses the intensity of the subtle separation of the colours that shone; its almost angelic I thought, no certainly angelic for the image that overcomes me is undoubtedly unearthly and what if it is? Well alas heaven surely be a place on earth? Oh the irony, not ironic but one must certainly appreciate the irony. For the thought of finding beauty in the place my body has come to lay is surely a symbolic double entendre. Oh how the mind creates the most beautiful of art through the simplest things. The lights begins to flicker. My Damascus experience is ending the allure that surrounds me slowly fades to a painful reality. The colours of rainbow dissolve into a desolate darkness. A could chill over whelms me, the taste of iron in my mouth is inviting but a displeasing confirmation of the bleeding. My shining light is but simple shard of glass before me, my body weak and my life force seeps away painting the grey pavement a scarlet letter.

Mr Ripper

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Tempting…The lips of lust the colour of a pale rose

Eyes that seeped into ones soul and devoured the mind with devious thoughts

A roar of emotions and desire neither of them decent

The youth of her skin softly fades to a icy blue

He looked on at his master piece and smiled

Death illuminated her beauty and her soul had been purged

Her God given innocence was once again restored.

His angel whispered sweetly, ‘Well done Jack’