He is back

That  so called demon

"Spring Heeled Jack"

An unknown truth

an enigma

I hear the river flow

I see the Gaslights glow

glistening in the rain

my  skirts are long

hamper me,

so does the gin,

I sold my body to get that.

trying to get

to what I call home

I am alone

no one here

Then out of nowhere

He appears

"Spring Heeled Jack"

I am not alone anymore

I wish I was

What do I do now ?

I felt no pain....

END