Another poem about my character William BloodDagger.

This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.

Renni has lost her phone; she just doesn’t know it yet. Working at a pizza restaurant is frustrating when you live in a city. People pour in all day. The man in the tophat is only one she’ll see today.

Elizabeth Hartford get’s caught up in life, and caught up in trouble when her soon to be husband leaves her high and dry with back bills, back rent, and their six month old son. Elizabeth tries to convince her mom to let her live with them until she can get on her feet, but in the meantime Elizabeth discovers that’s she’s not the only one in trouble.

What is it about the simpleness of these flowers that draw so much mystery behind them?

Poem.

With these hands I have done nothing, I am an innocent and yet I have been made guilty while others having everything, walk free. What is a man to do when he can offer his daughter nothing but his two hands and those hands are dying?

I do not know why I dragged this woman to my house…

A murderer that terrorized the Dominican Republic for years during the 18TH century.

A narrative poem about how there are more devils around than you think.