Out in the dark, no light ahead
Finding my way, weary I tread,
The door is ajar, lucky for me,
Creeping inside, nothing to see,

The smell of death, like no other,
Feeling around, I try to discover,
Creaking stairs, leading the way,
To the room, where I used to stay,

Fumbling round, temporary light,
Blood splattered walls, traumatic sight,
Broken glass, her favourite wine,
His last moments, frozen in time,

Turned over bed, a false board,
Revealing the past, a glorious hoard,
Money in bags, a book and a gun,
All that’s required, for a man on a run.

Slipping out in the dark, no way back,
Smouldering building, no longer intact,
The streets lead the way, sirens ahead,
A back door brothel, providing my bed,

Altered appearance, a well groomed man,
Fighting for vengeance, a murderous plan.