The Phantom of London's Night

Another Jack always prowls about.

The mysterious man in black
Has made his grim mark
He's got all the women watching their back
When walking in the dark
He is dressed in black from head to toe
And strides like a phantom through the night
Unseen, unheard, but still they sense and know
That he's prowling about just an inch out of sight
Wherever they go, his footsteps will follow
But always vanishing before the flash of light!