In dimly lit fog-blanketed streets A devil in disguise by shadow creeps One fearful night
Surrounded by the social blight The murderous monster strikes Wielding surgical knives
Under the full moon's frosty glow His brutal blood lust grows Another victim's butchered like swine
Not just any old East End crime One more lady of the night disappears London is gripped with frenzied fear
Detectives puzzle over half-clues Not to blame are the Jews Unanswered questions
No murder weapons Such outrageous speculations A butcher from another nation
Taunting letters mock police
The murderous rampage ceased No sinister confession uttered
Murderer's body undiscovered Forever justice is starved Chilling reminders carved
In Whitechapel’s heart of infamy A diary of death incomplete
Copyright 2005, Alexis Child. All Rights Reserved
“One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century.”--Jack the Ripper
Published in Niteblade Magazine-Sept./07
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*Poem reprinted in Lost Innocence: A Niteblade Anthology 2007-2008*
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Reprinted in Issue 17-Oct./07 Whispering Spirits Digital Magazine
*& reprinted in the summer edition 2015, Black Petals #72*