A Rippers Tale (Do Not Read Under Any Circumstances )

Hiding behind the black of the sky

He waits for night to fall

Its time for killing, It's blood he craves

No mercy for them all

The blood glowed red In the moonlight

They were helpless to put up a fight

The ladies so poor,they had no choice

On those bloody Victorian nights

The Ripper was a beast of men

So much death, so many died

Why I read about these crimes

I don't know the reasons why

The title of this poem

I did warn you not to read It 

My aim was a test to catch you out

It seems that I've succeeded