Woman of the Night
A Jack the Ripper Tale
Creeping through the darkened night
looking for someone to enjoy the time,
the few specks of light flicker and shine from their mounted height
the cobblestone road is covered in lime.
A stranger stands up ahead that looks nice
her figure illuminated in the lanterns placed by.
Petite stature, large bust and thighs
I wonder if there’s a hotel nearby…
The wet stone under my feet makes a splash
drawing her eyes toward me and her mind spinning fast
I smile and tip my hat before rushing to her in a dash
her fear is set aside as she takes in who I am, at last.
I spend the night making my art
cutting the flesh from her bones.
I take the blade and bring out her heart
the woman was beautiful but had family or home.
A Prince of my time the world will remember
the name I was known by: Jack The Ripper.
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Marcus Alan Perkins
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