Violated Streets
(Pride/Greed)
Nickel coins clinging like silver crowns
of a Babylonian prince.
Spinning on the filthy ground,
Reflecting their double-sided faces
in the reserved light of the alley.
Sorrow
was their purpose,
whore
was their urge,
vain
their gain.
They always brought sorrow
no matter if they happened to be
glimmering silver crowns
or plain nickel coins.
No matter which side concurred,
in the end
the devils face shone on the metal surface
when the coin stopped spinning.
Kinn was aware of that
as he picked up the spinning coins,
although he never hesitated to pick them up.
His red tie glowed like a venomous snake
winding its way forth on the green background
of his shirt.
Then, suddenly, making a fake strike
into the air, when caught by wind.
It hurled around his pale hand,
then, as sudden as it had developed into strike
Laid down on his chest, the wind ceasing.
Counting the coins in an empty lane;
an alley without a name,
a nameless alley.
Five smiling faces with a devils wicked grin.
All the smiling devils Kinn had left
for the time being.
Perhaps the less devils you had,
the less sorrow you would experience.
Kinn didn't know,
never had he thought of a life
without the devils.
Not in the streets.
The irregular blinking light of the lamppost,
spreading its pale yellowish shine
exposed only by the harmless
the evil never showed.
Dropping the devils into his pocket
of his dark brownish pants,
dull dark trousers,
not even reflecting in the matt light.
Unseen eyes observing his jacket,
black worn out leather,
partly glimmering in the light.
Unseen minds counting the price
worth in devils.
The conclusion is
it's worth the price.
The smiling devils calling out for blood.
Irresistible.
As always where the screams fade away
unheard.
Invisible creature
Taking use of the unseen minds;
seeing through green eyes —
worn out leather.
Coins would once more fall to the ground
the wind concluded.
But Kinn was not aware of the spying wicked eyes.
Not aware of what destiny
he no more could avoid.
A battle would take place —
a blade stiletto painted a horizontal half-moon
in the air
missing Kinn by inch.
Adrenaline
by hearts in the nameless alley,
making them both
aware of the situation.
Another half-moon.
painting a delicate line below Kinn's chin,
missing
only slightly.
Heartbeats
forcing the blood to circulate
faster
increasing the pressure,
increasing the subtle hormone.
Kinn producing a blade stiletto
of his own,
outfolded in the pale, blinking light,
now showing the unseen eyes,
the empty black pupil.
And the brown surroundings.
To quick a look to be aware
Of the violators features.
Dodging the blow in a smooth motion,
returning his foe's silvery half-moon,
painting a red line across the unseen mind's cheek.
Enveloping in his own fury,
carrying out his vengeance.
The foe reducing its lust for blood,
And killing,
Taking a step back,
While checking on its wounds.
Kinn's black forelock
Swinging in the light wind,
temporary covering his vision.
His foe feeling the pain
of his wounds
achieved by the hand of Kinn.
Vengeance was to come,
but not tonight.
The unseen eyes gleamed
before disappearing
into the darkness.
All Kinn could do was wait
For more greed
— another tomorrow.
robin
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