A job well done.

story poem

A job well done.

 

Quiescent now for many years.

I never thought to feel again.

The hunting instinct which now stirs.

An urge I must try to restrain.

 

My conscience is reminding me.

I have retained my hunting skill

Which I could employ usefully .

In hunting those prepared to kill.

 

Without remorse and randomly.

To satisfy some twisted lust.

Though not the man I used to be.

I have decided that I must.

 

Identify the latest one.

But acting unofficially.

I much prefer to hunt alone.

No petty rules to hamper me.

 

I’ve studied very carefully

 the clues the killer left behind.

Such killers act predictably.

Which makes them easier to find.

 

I do not have to justify

 my actions in a court of law.

It is my judgement he must die.

Make certain that he kills no more.

 

 

I’ll leave sufficient evidence .

To prove his guilt beyond all doubt.

I have not lost my confidence.

That sins will always find you out.

 

Though I hide my identity.

It is an act of self defence.

It also means that I am free.

From any outside influence.

 

No lawyers claiming innocence.

No bleeding hearts to plead his cause.

In truth he has no real defence.

I execute him for just cause.

 

The city can now sleep in peace.

The killer’s dead as he should be.

I think that I deserve release

From my self appointed duty.

 

I will return from whence I came.

Adopt my true identity.

Certain no one knows my name.

Ensuring my security.

 

Friday, 30 September 2011

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[Greg the Bard]

You sound like a caped crusator or something. Never the hope of a misused word with a flow of crisp thought. I like it very musch.