Title: Death Letters

Eerily the moon shines in blue black skies

Candlelight cast a glow to dampened rooms
Milk white creamed maidens slept peacefully in quarters below
As the howl of the wretched wind shattered the stillness of the air.

Ink stained hands poisoned the crisp sheet of words past
Thoughts gathered somberly in mind
Spilled out haphazardly on white below:

He is not who you think he is
Bloodied leather aprons and the Canonical five...

Candlelight flickered in stillness
Silent screams penetrated the air
Fear impregnated her body
As confession of the mind bear fruit on paper:

I know who murdered the Whitechapel prostitutes
"Saucy Jacky" and "From Hell" he wrote....

Ink hovered worriedly as she searched the dark
The pounding of blood hungered the man in the shadows
Her white dress drenched profusely in sweat

Scented the scattered letters on mahogany wood
Five times she confessed her sinful knowledge
Five times more she prayed for his soul.

Wife of the Ripper should have known better
As she holds the key to his murderous heart

Such betrayal of one loved required death to preserve the mystery
No one the wiser would connect the sixth death to the five
Her dying breath snuffed the candlelight glow
Blood red married poisoned ink on crisp white
Confessional letters borne out of fear held the truth
Now lost letters buried in mystery and rectitude.