The Victorian era was one of shock, horror and gore,
But was the world of a man who saw much much more,
In the city of London lived a vigilante of sorts,
Born with sociopathic behaviour,
Cocaine did he snort,
But his mind was emphatic,
His madness sublime,
It appeared to the world he could solve any crime,
Thieves and murderers alike were destroyed in their prime,
As the man was a legend,
But one enslaved by desire,
For the love of one woman,
The only one he admired,
Alas, to the crack house he goes, when the work load is low,
As his brilliance is unfortunately the match for his fire.
WHO AM I?