Monster Emerges

Tiny child
tiny fiend
left to play
left to burn.
Did someone give him the matches
or 
did lightening strike when no one was looking?
Angry
aggressive
growing up
dreams of truth
replaced
dreams of misery
gilded in a world of rusted iron
cages erected by naked women
condemned to build their own crypts.
Flagrant exploitation
chained to mores
of 1929
riots in the streets
no longer productive
police state instituted
for the safety of all.
Reality is…..
it is fear.
Fear of what will happen
when society turns
when someone arises
to make things right
or worse?
his voice wraps itself around
charismatic
promising
swearing
no more carnage
no more abuses
time has come to move forward.
Evil comes in many forms.
Cloaked in pleasantries
promises
shiny baubles
to turn eyes.
Sleight of hand
watch close for the mirage
see what he wants
not what he is doing.
Blinded by charisma
desperate for hope
easy to believe a charlatan
better then having to make a choice.
Be responsible.
Make a change.
Give up self worth
so one can claim ignorance.
Beware the viper 
within your hand
for when it strikes
there will be mayhem. 
©June 27/19
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Executioner

With methodical steps
he gathers in the gloam
eyes aglitter
teeth chittering
scanning the crowds before him.
Somewhere
within the world born of bastards
born of war
born of heroes
born upon the breast of a nation
shattered
challenged
there strides a beauty
law on one hip
justice on the other.
An intricate tango
danced in the dark
under the light of the moon
full and whole
late in the summer night.
Who is the hunter?
Who is the prey?
Who shall win this grim game
of love and hate?
He?
Or she?
He has left behind
a trail of wrecked bodies
destroyed minds.
She has focused
with singular intent
to hunt him down.
He can feel her.
She can smell him.
He moves with gilded grace.
She moves with lioness stealth
hidden deeper in the shadows
her quarry ever in front.
He is arrogant.
She is patient.
After eons
finally
she sidles up behind.
Using the cover of darkness
hidden shadows
stiletto blade in hand
she creeps
hearing his breath pant
as he scans ahead
never behind.
Silly man…..
Sibilant whisper
a shout in the night.
I told you
I promised you 
I would find you 
make you pay.
Bitter precision
tears of agony
harsh mistress of revenge.
Spray of blood
a blank canvas
splattered in crimson
she drops the body.
Oath has been kept.
Time has come to pass
you shall no longer be……
anything.
Your name
your identity
not in the annals of history
forgotten forever 
reign of terror 
nevermore.
©June 27/19
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