More Dark Poetry: "Jacks Game"

Question

I wait alone, cloaked in the night.

Making no sound, hidden from sight.

I wait for you now, but you don't know my name.

Terror is sport your life is a game

I follow you down a dark narrow street,

I know who you sleep with,

I know what you eat.

I follow you now but you don’t know my name,

Your terror is sport, your life just a game.

Quickly darling, ahead is the light,

And reach it you must, or die here this night,

I’m chasing you now,

But you don’t know my name,

Your terror is sport, and your life such a game.

Cruel light glares from the edge of a knife,

Too late now, darling you pay with your life,

I’m holding you now but you don’t know my name,

Your death was my sport, your life just a game.

Come morning they’ll find you laying still in the street,

Your once empty life I’ve now made complete.

Our time was too short; you lost at my game,

For terror is sport, and Jack is my name.

Answer 1

again amazing i read the first one you posted  and loved it and again you've done it I find your writing delicious

Answer 2

i like it. nice work.