Man of SteelA Poem by Not hereThis is just a little something that talks about people in general through the life of a murderer. Little forced at parts but tell me what you think.
The wind whistled through the trees,
the streetlights long ago had ceased to shine their lights upon the road where cars once had endlessly flowed. Tonight was different, much more dark, and evil lurked in every park. Every corner, street, and cranny held an air of evil uncanny. A man with clothes black as night, was lurking silent on the flight of stairs that led down below to places no one did dare go. He waited silently throughout having in his mind no doubt that what he was to do that day would make him known through history. Tonight was such that he alone would rid this world of evil untold. His target had in days gone by murdered without a blink of eye. This world had done in many ways great harm to him who silent gazed upon the lowly man below and lowered down his eyes of stone. The gun sat in his unwavering grip and seconds later a bullet would rip through the man and end his days which he had misused in many ways. His finger rested on the trigger the beating of his heart grew quicker the man below had no idea that every moment death drew near. Now years later that same gun had another victim, all undone his brain became a place too cold for mortal man to e'er behold. And so the gun would one last time take a life so precious divine because the man who held it so to his own head had ne'er been told that love was real and true and strong no matter how much time had gone he had a life, and days to show his help to many other souls. This is the end, but not for you. Will you, like him, waste your chance too? Or will you put your weapons down because true love is in you found.
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