In shadows deep where secrets sleep,
A haunting figure softly creeps.
Born of darkness, a tale untold,
A perfect huntress, her secrets unfold.
In cobblestone streets where fear resides,
She walks with grace, where evil hides.
Her steps like whispers, silent and sly,
A predator prowling under the sky.
With silken hair and eyes of steel,
Her dark desires, a hunger she must conceal.
A lady by day, a monster by night,
She strikes fear in hearts, her victims take flight.
A master of disguise, she weaves her net,
Innocent façade, a dangerous bet.
The world oblivious, unsuspecting eyes,
As she paints the night with crimson cries.
Her weapon, a blade, sharp as her wit,
Carving tales of terror, bit by bit.
Each victim chosen, a dance of desire,
She relishes in chaos, her soul on fire.
But what lies beneath her deadly guise?
A tortured soul, her own demise.
Perhaps a victim of a cruel world's sting,
Seeking vengeance, her darkness takes wing.
In whispers heard, a legend is born,
Of a female Jack, relentless and torn.
The huntress, a tale to fear,
A phantom in shadows, forever near.
Images published in Oct. 2022 edition of OpiumRed magazine.