Vigilante

The crisp pathway breaks underfoot

With the rapid, heavy tread.

Echoes bounce from the tenement wall,

Swirling around his head.

The nights' cold air makes him catch his breath.

A searing, bitter wind

Blows through his limbs.

A night for fear, for death.

Searching the shadows for a sympton of life,

To ease his tension and pain.

A flicker of life in his dungeon of hate

As he screams out his murderers name.

Tearing the night with an unearthly cry,

A moment to cherish and treasure,

A time of remembrance.

A time to reflect,

On a moment of death-giving pleasure.