Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque
leering faces
drool dripping
liver flacid lips
pursed
desiring
chasing that final kiss.
Words
promises made
money flashed
as thought that could erase
reality
of shriveled bodies
wherein resides ego
which equates to strength
to power
within.
Float along
haze of despair
bought or sold
there are bills to pay.
Actresses all
ignoring the vile looks
groping hands
alcohol laced whispers
walking through
knowing their place.
He is the worst.
Stand aside.
Let me at him.
Porky Pig and his retinue.
Ribald jokes
roaring laughter
eyes meet eyes
and he pulls away.
Come hither
come yon
follow me here
follow me there
follow me out
for my dear…..
death has come calling
no repentance for you.
©Nov. 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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