Love Poem by Jack the Ripper

Dear Mary
I cared enough to close the blinds,
to shut your eyes
and still your beating heart.
My gift to you,
my killing is my art. 
I draped the blood around the room in dotted arcs of red,
as you lie softly sleeping upon your earthly bed.
Your body parts I separated,
some I sadly burned,
for heaven your denied soul, had seldom often yearned. 
I could not save your earthly life,
the working girl you were.
I released the butterfly.

Love Jack