Burlap Dresses

The cobblestone alleyway echoes with the whispers of evil,
Discarded coats of lost wanderers, ghosts of forgotten memories,
Rusted straight razors; diamond-tipped stilettos & broken wineglasses,
Brass knuckles belong to the maiden left to whither,
Waking up to burning ash and a choking covering of dust,
Victorian mistresses hidden from her masters roaming eye,
The butler laces the poison with traces of bitter spice,
Tea time brings the Mad Hatter to the head of the table,
Lord's and ladies dine & sip the deadly, malevolent cocktails,
Slaves to the facade seen through child-like visions,
Darkened stairwell behind the fireplace of blackened bones & scarlet blood-drops,
Murderous envy stains the minds warped like carnival glass,
Chalice of the esteemed mayor is spiked with truth serum,
Missing youth become known as the politician speaks,
Divulging the gruesome details of madness and murder,
Townspeople frightened of the monster lurking within its gates,
The mob surrounds the fortress protected like a bunker,
Bribes slide from one slick corrupt hand to another,
The weasel slips through the clutches of justice,
On to another town to continue his plot of insanity.