Hidden in her faintest shadow
He follows on her heels
Another pleasure begrudges her
Another look he steals
Driven into mass confusion
The trail he now runs cold
Alas her course is right upon him
And soon he will behold
Twisted mind pulls twisted ear
And asks another favor
Tight, fast-bound her body gives;
She has no god to save her
And in due time his wits are gone
And from her, last breath passes
Once more it’s back to the street
To haunt the humblest masses
Print-press badge and copper’s study
The corpses grow much stiffer
And with the last, cruelest marker
They called him Jack the Ripper