Aurora Lewisby Aurora Lewis
First published in Winter, 2009, Volume 6, Issue 3, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies.
A mask of tenderness hiding cruel intent
Feigning sweetness instead his bitter taste
He spins his web of lies, mocking deceit
His gentleman’s hands from which blood seeps
His fancy clothes and silk top hat
Disguise a monster bent on brutish pain
The usher of death his evil reign
She walks the night a scent of stale perfume
Not knowing he is there to cause her doom
Her painted cheeks all ablaze
Her eyes are locked within his gaze
He extends his hand to lead the way
She knows not this to be her final day
Slashes to her throat a dagger to her back
From the ripper simply known as Jack
Kat Koorey