Dedicated to: ThePoetryClub
MAKING A NAME
Standing in the middle of the ballroom,
In my gown, like a flower I bloom.
Faces, faces all around me
Carefree, I feel like a banshee.
No one knows the secret, my secret-
No one believes in it, nor can I spill it.
Centuries back, I feel lost
Feeling frost, would I last?
Trying to stop events-
Tensed, I come to my senses.
Came here in hope to find the murderer.
The slaughterer was also a sorcerer.
A cold blooded assassin! I act like a lady,
In shady places I hide, smirking like crazy.
He's out there killing those innocents
A killing instrument, no sentiments.
Moving swiftly, I observe him killing,
Traveling for that moment, I was willing.
Making myself history,
I would put him out of his misery.
That night, my soul was tainted
Blood red ,I was painted.
Lived to spread my tales,
Killing Jack TR, I left no trails
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The POETRY CLUB
PoetryTHE POETRY CLUB is a book dedicated for @ThePoetryClub on wattpad where you'll find all the prompts chosen by me as well as poems made with other wattpad poets. Have a good time reading :)
