There was a foolish barber with a beautiful wife,

The barber loved her so much, she was the best part of his life.

Then a man of high-standing wanted to take his wife away,

So police came and arrested the barber for a random crime one day.

Years staggered by and the barber became darker,

Life left most of his body, and he was no longer Benjamin Barker.

He became hateful and corrupt, like his soul went through the mud,

And soon he cared less about getting his wife back and more about spilling blood.

When he finally came back his wife was gone, but his daughter was no.

It had been so many years, the barbers face: the nobleman had forgot.

He needed revenge, and he also needed meat.

Who is the demon cutting men on Fleet Street?