This is the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is the body, desecrated, forlorn
Found by the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
These are the organs, ripped and torn
From the body, desecrated, forlorn
Found by the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
This is Whitechapel, fogbound and poor
That shrouded the organs, ripped and torn
From the body, desecrated, forlorn
Found by the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
Mary Ann Nichols was the name that was borne
By the body in Whitechapel, fogbound and poor
That shrouded the organs, ripped and torn
From the body, desecrated, forlorn
Found by the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
There would be more, did Saucy Jack warn
After Mary Ann Nichols, whose name was borne
By the body in Whitechapel, fogbound and poor
That shrouded the organs, ripped and torn
From the body, desecrated, forlorn
Found by the night watch with a lamp
That lit the dark
That hid the hand
That held the knife
That killed the whore
That gave the blood that Jack spilt.
From Dark is my Playground —by Stephanie Ellis. Purchase it here:
