On a night of December,
A night he remembers,
A night of long walks,
A night of memorable talks.
Of coffee in the cafe at the corner,
Where he often returned as a wandering loner,
Of co-incidences many, that happened that night,
Of the last good-bye, under the street light.
And so he comes out of his thoughts,
That night is over, so are those walks,
Moving on from the night he remembered,
On a random night of December.
A beautiful night it was…
The full moon gleaming over the city of London…
No stars that night…
The moon seemed more beautiful this way….
She decided to go for a walk…
A walk under the moonlight…
Contemplating on days went by….
The day she first met “Him”
The day he proposed her…
Their romantic date together…
Tomorrow she will be married to him…
And so her thoughts moved on….
When suddenly she DIED!!
….. Jack the Ripper ‘ripped’ another victim under the moonlight.
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