JACK

JACK

Through the dark and long alley of time,
A voice echoes along the cobble stone,
And bounces off the fabric of reality,
A voice of mystery,
Who could it be.
Sadism,
A sad time for England,
No stone unturned,
How did he get away.
Doctor or scientist,
Maybe a sailor,
A serial professional,
Maybe there was a confessional,
Because of a profession,
Women were slain.
What did they do,
Did he know not,
Maybe it was they who knew,
How could a spirit contain so much rot,
A dark chapter indeed.
The antagonist of the night,
Working on those who work without the light,
With merry,
To the police he would write,
His name never came to light.