Silently, slipped he into sheer shadow
Whilst the darkness bathed him, he saw afar
Scarlet stains shimmering in neon
Green and malignant blue flickering on
Pink flesh splattered against the brick
May this sick soul rest in peace, he said
Let the dead pass, let the dead rest
Slid his sword in scabbard safe, safe
From breathing lungs and pounding hearts
Alive, In the echoes of chirping crickets
Slithering sewer rats, the night was still alive
More?Enough?
Who judgeth?Who will judge the judges?
Will dusk hide him still
Or will the dawn for once reveal?
This sordid image ,this wicked mind
Visceral villainy Oh! so kind
Of him to rid one too many of men
One too many of his brethren
