~ Infamous 1888 ~

In the days of Victorian London
from the evil East End Quarter Mile
against dim flickering gas lit fog
down the dark cobblestone streets

A misogynist loathsome creature
struck in the middle of the night
his victims sadistically butchered
a ritual blood lust of saucy Jacky

From hell in blood red he taunted
made a game of a gruesome trade
his knife flashed like lightning
five poor harlots tolled the bell

Whitechapel shivered with fright
in the notorious autumn of terror
stalked a nightmare of shadows
Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack the Ripper

By Melissa McMahan - copy written

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