Dear Jack

Dear Jack,
Despite your dark efforts
They still roam
The night swollen streets
Flaunting
Smiling secretively
Like always
They don't need to fear you
Any more

We don't like them
And we never did
But blood shed was
Never needed
You left their perfect bodies
Splayed out
As a morbid painting
Always to be remembered

And now
There are mimics
They try to copy your dark creations
But never can succeed
Because we all know
You were the master
Too bad you were never caught
No on will ever know
The true name of the terrible artist
Who works in blood.