Get Away

Cobblestones hold silent steps on damp reflections Boots echo soft with lightning strikes ahead A hidden knife in jacket comes to life Still pillowed under fog to crack the night wide open Gray silhouettes set into dim imaginings of action There where the sleeping ships sink into comas Someone comes out from under shadows back Up from behind a buildings mold ridden bricks To overcome the unsuspecting victim by the river No time to scream in agony in pain or prayer Escape is now impossible under muffled sounds Slitting throats must stay a secret bleeding out Floods are expected according to reports The weather is less predictable by the docks Commingling crimson in cold waters is odd A dingy takes the criminal away to safety A getaway planned in advance for this occasion Well before the weather report came out To forecast the condition red in place of rain