It was dark the sky was green.
she was in a black hood and dark jeans, armed. ready.
One with the night, she flowed thru the streets,
and tree branches easily.

A dark face of only shadows - her mission was justice.

It was dark the sky was green
there was fog
putrid smells
subtle wind singing songs
Nature at war with concrete
mumbo jumbo
alien human cancer creatures
what a mess they have created,

A dark face of only shadows her mission was justice
as she came upon a red bricked home
ranch style, long, open yards
bushes and trees
singing
the wind was singing
she was there.

the roof was still made of shingles.

Armed and ready she approached the door
realizing at this point anything was possible
but she had chosen justice
and revenge
as her only possibilities
as the boot  hit
the door, falling

and the revenge had no choice
but to begin.