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The darkness, a lamppost its light shade shattered

Stood a lone outpost in the bleak foggy morning

A dream setting in a film noir maybe a Bogart

Clouds gathering before an approaching storm

The stark background to a murder in an alleyway

Her blouse torn, ripped to the nipple blood clotted

He stood with deerstalker hat and an inverness cape

Carefully lifted her blouse with a course “Aha”

Watson questioning him, “The Ripper.?”