Hitman Poem by Ravenend Frost

A mist filled in the empty streets,
With naught a sound, all souls’ asleep,
A gang of men hither came to meet,
Who traded bags and secrets to keep.

A sound was heard from distant light,
And blood squirted in shouts of pain,
Flashes of fire danced in the night,
As the gang of men were slain.

A silhouette then appeared from the hue,
With a hood o’er head and a gun in hand,
He came closer to observe the view,
And dialed a number as per was planned.

The rain arrived and soaked the dead,
As their blood streamed down the drain,
The documents they shared was shred,
And the secrets untold went in vain.

All was done as per he hoped,
And he walked into the overgrown mist
The frozen eyes in the rain groped,
Through the windows clouded in mist.

The man behind these errant deeds,
Lives on with his passion to kill,
His heart neither lives nor bleeds,
For he is a man with a deadly skill.