Rippers...

Styx

The clock strikes midnight, the witching hour
Not three a.m. my usual time of power
On the prowl, before Killer and H. Stranger
Too late the victim knows... she is in danger
Shouldn't stroll deserted grounds at night
My blade sings the tune of her plight
Flashing silver in the moonlight cast
Terror filled eyes, life speeding past
Too soon she dies, from the slice of her throat
No time for pride... or to gloat
Victim number one out of the way
Off in search of number two, to end my play

Killer

Fog swirls around the lonely park
next to the river, deep and dark
The whisper of near silent feet
chase down the thudding heart that beats
A sigh, as the gleaming knife slides in
and from Killer, a grotesque grin
Splash... and spreading ripples go
wavelets lapping at his toes
Missing parts from thighs and back
go into Killer's shopping sack

Hooded Stranger

I lie here in the dark, clock chimes four a.m.
Waiting... patient, I hear screams again
Killer or Styx? I'll hear on the morning news
Three Rippers... I think two must lose
Styx is cunning, plans to the final breath
Killer is so random, just a lust for death
I don't use the dark to end sorry lives
Shadow of day, hooded cloak and twelve inch knives
Killer and Styx, in the limelight for my kills
Gotta have words; share the bloody spills

Three Rippers here, stalking the same prey
Need to agree, no room to betray
Each will have his own bloody patch
Three Rippers, not one, let the evil hatch