A Guilty Man Goes Free Today

A criminal runs the streets,
a tongue of tarnished silver
and a jade fist of thorns his
bloody weapons, these are his only
defense as they were her undoing.

A thief skulks in the darkness,
no longer prowling nor hunting
for treasures lost or forgotten,
these shadows, the birth of his
evil have become his only ally.

A killer waits in silence,
wound into a black coil, his blood
chilling as the serpent's; he shall
remain frigid until the warmth of the
forbidden stains his tongue again.

A rapist prowls the yard,
his glowing yellow eyes and his
glistening black fur do not do justice
to represent the sick malice and the
dirty ink that flows in blood's stead.

A guilty man goes free today.

Free to again blacken the streets with crime.
Free to once more steal what he cannot attain rightfully.
Free to repeatedly kill newfound innocence and its comforting embrace.
Free to find her again.

Free.

Feel free to take responsibility for this one, you deserve it.