Gangster Fight

Blood- freezing gangster fight That would Death cordially invite, Showcasing the weirdest might, Far into pitch –black night, Imprisoning every candle light, No noticing of their plight: The travails crossfires ignite, Combatant lips and breathing tight Over what was scarcely a slight… Their murderous will at stupendous height! A longing to shoot everything on sight; The dirtiest of blood smears on white, When this is far from right Even to a close by perching kite That would its prays smite And not feel contrite.