My Murderer

Cold are the eyes of my murderer
Gleaming through the night
Searching for his next victim
Who will go down with out a fight

He creeps from shadow to shadow
Silently but in strife
For his victim sees him
He tries to hide the knife

He does so successfully
And comes to say hello
His cold eyes meet mine
I concentrate on below

He engages in conversation
But fidgets from side to side
He’s rather flustered and nervous
But now his hand starts to glide

He’s reaching for his pocket
The one inside his top
But now I am ready
My gun goes off with a pop

His eyes slowly widen
He screams out in pain
He falls to the ground
With those cries in vain

I carry on my journey
Quietly through the night
While my murderer lies bleeding
The loser of his fight.