This is one of the dark poetry which I wrote as a writing exercise. Dark poetry is not my usual genre. I had fun writing it.
The night made its way into the depth of darkness.
In the dim light of a kerosene lamp, he plaited the corse strands into resilient strings with his nimble fingers.
He fervently stretched the anaemically pale canvas onto the frame.
Shades of red mixed in an aesthetic colour palette, he restored each painting with precision brush strokes.
When the twilight arrived, he hung all the art works back on and marveld at his resurrection.
Curator Chester Gallery was arrested on 13th September 1888 for the serial murders of art students in the gallery where he worked.