A Need For Blood

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He loiters in shadows in line for no harp
The tools of his trade all surgically sharp
He slices their throats before they start yelling
The Lord knows his name but the Lord isn’t telling

So prowling these lanes seeking hooker or stripper
To bolster the legend of Mister J Ripper
He skulks in the gloom, an All Hallows’ day tripper 
His yen to splay female flesh wide like a kipper 

Thus, nervous and pretty with Lilly-white skin
Her blood gushes free from just under her chin
A flash of a blade in the moonlight is made
And she lies agape and ravaged and flayed

His lust and sick love precludes notions of rape
He melts in the night with a swish of his cape 
They don’t understand so they call it a crime
But Jack will be back... at least one more time

But there’s no monopoly on London’s streets
And angel or Satan... everyone eats
Yet too many nutters the law cannot track
So, why not blame all of the carnage on Jack

And when Jack returns to a lust fuelled delight -
(A lady who markets her wares in the night)
A chilling voice whispers, ‘Wrong alleyway bud’
And the Vampire moves in to savour Jack’s blood



4 May 2021
Contest: A Poem of Horror
Sponsor:Funom Makama

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Rico Leffanta

Date: 5/4/2021 12:03:00 PM

Enjoyed! You got this Wight! Aloha! Rico

Terry Flood
Date: 5/4/2021 3:00:00 PM

Edit carried out, hope you approve. Terry

Terry Flood
Date: 5/4/2021 2:54:00 PM

Glad you enjoyed, I’m contemplating an edit at the end as I’m not sure it’s clear what’s happening - ie Jack being taken down by a vampire. Cheers. Terry

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/4/2021 2:18:00 AM

You took us to the backstreets of Whitechapel with the old gas lamps and fog, Brilliant write Terry and good luck. They never found out who jack was and theories abound, some say it could have been someone in the gentry covering up his tracks. You on holiday in the IOW or is that were you live.? Tom

Terry Flood
Date: 5/4/2021 3:01:00 PM

Made a slight closing edit, hope it still works for you, Tom. Terry

Terry Flood
Date: 5/4/2021 3:31:00 AM

Thanks Tom. Of course, we now know that Count Dracula got him! I’m a Londoner by birth. Moved around due to work/business and fulfilled my promise to Annie to ‘take her home’ one day and move to the Isle of Wight. Finally did just that four years ago... thirty odd years after I made the promise. Better late than never, eh?