Ronin 21

There is a price in taking another man’s life and it strikes during the repose of presumed peace waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement startling calm water reflections deepening self hatred scowling back in the shining metal reflection of someone I no longer know A moment to take a man’s life feel his weight fall upon your weapon His mouth silently open asking the question his eyes have already answered I alone among thousands with rain washing the sickness and desecration And pooling deep into my pores the fresh blood that fuels this new ghost to forever bond to me his untimely ender his teacher that has not and never will have and answer for his blue fading eyes