The sound of heel on cobbled stone,
A lone stranger walks alone.
His mind was caged and wrought with grief,
as he walked in search of relief.
Cancers crept and clawed his soul,
until he was no longer whole.
A nothing moon that held no light,
he searched and smiled in delight.
On this night he saw her there,
a girl whose charms left men to stare.
He drew a knife from out his sash,
And with his skill he’d cut and slash.
With blade of steel and heart of stone,
The stranger walked once more alone.
Through the streets he searched the night,
Once again for sweet delight.
For cancers crept and clawed his soul,
And he was no longer whole.