Jack

This poem refers to the notorious "Jack The Ripper".

 

 

In London Town,

There Was A Clown,

With Thoughts So Dire,

Of Lust So Foul

 

His Passion Was,

To Save This Place,

Where W****s Abound,

Without True Face

 

At Night He Roamed,

His Blade Shineth,

To Stalk The W****s,

Who Shunned Jack's Scorn

 

But Who Was He?,

Nobody Knows,

Only This Jack,

Knows His True Home.

Reviews

[Onatah]

Awesome! What's hilarious is that I literally was about to watch "From Hell" which is a movie about Jack the Ripper! Coincidence!

[sarahkatherine]

I agree.
This was very well written. Great imagery, totally painted a creepy picture in my mind. Keep it up, would love to read more like this.

[Everchanging Disaster]

This Is kindof creepy and I like it. I can see him slinking around looking for a victim, great job of painting the picture with your words. Loved reading this one!