A shadowy wet, dark and desolate street,
Footsteps approaching! my hearts skips a beat.
Shop windows; winters rain trickling down,
A figure drifting by in a long crimson gown...

Eerie shadows cast by a lone gas light,
I begin to tremble, and shake with fright.
Something, someone touched my arm?
A voice whispering; I mean you no harm.

Fearing what was behind; I turned to see!
A lady in a crimson gown hovering over me.
Her soft voice in a whisper; follow me!
Come and join me in love and eternity.

My heart had skipped its last mortal beat!
My body lay in that dark desolate street.
The crimson gown and me in my red coat,
Jack the Ripper had slashed my throat.

By Jim Noond.