necrojack

'tis wicked hand
which wields the blade
while all the world's
a sleeping
when 'mancy thoughts
spawn evil deeds
cry murder
for the keeping

by night jack prowls
dark alleyways
mysterious and chill
a jigging to
poor harlot's tune
her palest flesh
his thrill

he'll rope her
and he'll reeve her
paint petticoats
deep red
play slitty throat
to bleed her
court pleasure
from the dead

come daybreak
he's a changeling soul
compounding his deceit
secretly contrite
'till next he'll crave
dead meat