Jack the Ripper !

How it might have ended...

 

Back in eighteen eighty eight,

girls like Anne, were in much danger.

Roaming streets, when dark and late,

was a stealthy, lethal stranger.

 

As young Anne then, plied her trade,

some thought of her, as trash.

In dark London streets, she played,

her very risky role, for cash.

 

Five victims had been found,

young, and badly mutilated.

Their dead bodies, on the ground,

it seemed, their trade was hated.

 

One dark and misty, London night,

in one Whitechapel street.

Anne was thinking, she just might,

this, Jack the Ripper meet...

 

Through the mist, there came a man,

all in black, with a small case.

‘Come with me.’ he said to Anne,

and led her to, a quiet place.

 

Off into, a darkened street,

he took the frightened lass.

Then said so very sweet,

‘You’re quite pretty, you’ve got class.’

 

He then said, ‘Open your heart

let me see it beating...’

Anne knew, this was the start,

of her final, client meeting.

 

Jack reached out, to Anne’s neck,

placed both hands, on her throat.

Madness in his eyes – a speck...

Anne’s thoughts began to float...

 

Anne said, ‘Things that I’ve not told,

how much I should be paid...

and also, within these folds...

I have a concealed blade...’

 

Jack’s eyes lit, like a demon,

as his fingers, squeezed in tight.

He thought, this victim’s dreamin’

so I will not take fright.

 

With her every ounce, of strength,

Anne thrust, the long blade knife.

Using, every inch of length,

to rob Jack, of his life.

 

Some minutes, ‘fore she’d leave,

the scene of, this man’s death.

She still could not believe,

she’d been close, to her last breath.

 

Through the mist, a friend approached,

and stopped, to speak to Anne.

The subject, Anne then broached,

‘Beth, please help me if you can...’

 

Anne explained, the man’s demise,

and Beth knew, who he was.

‘That man we all despise,

so he’s certainly, no loss.’

 

The two friends made a start,

to leave no trace of Jack.

Beth found, a horse and cart,

then to Anne, she came straight back.

 

By the river bank, they went,

and tied up, the dead Jack.

To the bottom, he was sent,

in a weighted, canvas sack.

 

Did a girl remove the fear,

from London’s alley ways?

What made ‘The Ripper’ disappear?

Still a mystery it stays...

 

The end...or was it...?

Author's Note

All reads and comments appreciated as always. Tom

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A fresh look at an old mystery.Which could well be true. Your rhyming is excellent but you pay no attention to meter