Always embarrassed at the weird design
of the tattoo on his arm
found it when he awoke with a hangover
a night out with the lads
only months before but seemed like years
getting nothing but sneers!
Even family shunned him afraid to be near
life was hell with the tattoo
painful constantly throbbing had little sleep
never believed in spirits
yet the face scared him felt very unclean
his actions becoming obscene!
As the long dark cold winter nights began
the tattoo glowed in the void
that urge to kill for blood overcame him
a deep voice directed his actions
the once gentle soul had gone evermore
soon becoming part of folklore!
Stalking the shadows in black hooded cloak
a phantom silent and merciless
never leaving any clues or victims to tell
of their deadly encounter
that expressionless face and knife in his fist
any pleas for mercy dismissed!
Soon society would know the evil was back
for in a new host it was Jack!
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