Jack

It's a quiet night

on London's streets

meaning you must be

equally discreet

for at this time

shady persons abound

as they walk the streets

of this fair town.



You wouldn't have worked

this long into the day

but your boss offered

some extra pay

and you desperately need

those wonderful pounds.

So you took it

and stuck longer around.



Now you pay the price

for working so late.

With every step,

you ponder your fate.

Are you going to live

or die in pain?

Will you ever see

your family again?



If you die

will it be from a gun

or a quick stab

from a sharp weapon?

Will they make it quick

to make sure it pays

or kidnap you

and drag it out for days?



Suddenly, you hear it!

A shout! A shriek!

It sounds like a friend

in a situation bleak!

Panicking, you run.

In its direction you head,

hoping that she

doesn't end up dead.



As you run,

you hear it again!

Closer now!

From the west end!

Throwing fear to the wind,

you run even faster,

praying you can save her

from some horrible bastard.



When you arrive at the scene,

you are far too late.

Your friend has met

with a terrible fate.

She lies mutilated

and bleeding in the street.

Fearing He's still near,

you decide to beat feet

while screaming for the police

again and again

for what happened is all too clear.



Jack has struck again.