Jack the Ripper
Jack the
Ripper,
He walks &
talks,
Like an
ordinary
person.
Is he a
psycho
murderer,
Or a serial
killer,
Maybe a
famous actor,
Or a police
constable.
He is
bloodlust
terror,
One who
possess skill
of invisibility,
Now he is
Legendary,
The renowed
london
bridge,
The place of
unravelling
horror,
An unknown
destiny
reached,
Or a mystery
of the Ripper?
Over a
century past,
From the first
victim to the
last,
The
speculation
goes on.
That his work
not done.
But where
does this
puzzle lead,
Of the many
of his
unresting
dead,
Still not a
trace of him
been found,
Only the
memory of
Jack the
Ripper
stills
haunts....
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Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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