He gave her a bunch of red rose
Extolled her beauty in poems and prose
“I will take you for a sweet ride
Forever from this city we will hide”
Never had she felt loved like this
A harlot she was, now full of bliss
“My lord, take my soul, take my heart
From this city, let me do part”
He locked the room from inside
Never she screamed, nor she cried
He tenderly stabbed her in the spine
“For you my love, my valentine”
The blood drained, the rose faded
The tears dried, the heart wilted
He cleaned the knife, and walked away
So long… till the next Valentine’s Day
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Inspired by: Robert Browning
Pic: http://rosenkreutz.deviantart.com/art/The-Rose-and-the-Knife-94444570
Late became ! 
Grim yet beautiful. Reminds me of the notorious Jack the Ripper.
Thanks yaar!
You might want to read Robert Browning’s Porphyria’s Lover.
🙂 Thanks for suggesting, I’d definitely do that.