Killer Retribution

Killer moves gently with the night

The dog is surprised

Feeling something akin to fright

Canine senses are apprised

Stealth and patience needed now

No mistakes, planned asassination

Confidence in the how

This... is his validation

Victim chosen for biggest effect

Street creds, highest marks

No higher respect

King of the Park

Soft glow backlights against the fog

Long after all are gone, he is aware

King writes in his log...

There are none who dare

He is armed with full loads of nine

His body muscled, two-forty-one

Unsullied by garbage, it shines

Clean as the steel of his guns

Closing up shop, picks up his game

King of the Park, he is "Black Death"

Chess is what made his name

And those orders... on his breath

One word from his lips, seals the fate

All pay the rent, the fee to live

Only warned once, don't be late

He loves the beatings he gives

Lost in the morrow's night

Silence almost not in hearing

Wait! Too quiet...Something ain't right

The sense of danger nearing

Contempt for the fool! " I reign supreme"

Trained by Uncle Sam's best

"I am meanest of mean"

Six campaigns on his bullet-proof-vest

Still it is so eerie, reminds him somehow

A crossbow bolt whispered his ear

A jungle night in Dhou Chow

The black void came so near

No satisfaction is ever made

Anonymous done, no intimation, meant to intimidate

That is the odor in the air... afraid

Only now he elucidates

Spinning 'round, crouching low, taking cover

Empty stomach, feeling of dread

The reach of fingers..."Holy Mother..."

Who's there? Ohhhh...You're dead!

Twin streams of fire, and flashes of blue

Here eat this, monster remembered

You fool, you fool, you fool...?

He looks at a hand dismembered

Smoking steel falls empty and bare

Pain made of no concern, his will you see

You? You dare to dare?

Ahhhh, it's all too funny

Crushing force meets beautiful body now

Surprise struggles to the fore

The King doesn't understand how

Killer is so much more

Vision of little ghost-man

Comes once again in the night

There is no way he can

This one...Bring him this fight

Bared teeth, animalistic attack

Arms strain, broken, bloody stumps

No sounds from throat, savaged slashed

Killer's here, from down in the dumps

The dawn breaks, all glassy-eyed

Word on the street, The King is dead

Bloody pools darkly, reflect the sky

Now Killer is the name to dread....

Who? .....Killer...