That Cobbled Man

By: DarkFever

He was the lone man on that cobbled walk

He stood tall and stalk

His bowler hat and shiny shoes

That was how you could tell he was of richer folk

His carefully trimmed moustache

And that disgusting smirk that danced on his face and eyes

As he eyed the sleeping homeless chums,

Passed out in there drunk slums.

Why was he in this area?

So far from his friends, so far from his home

Here were strangers lie, what business does he have here?

Does he wish to rent a whore?

Does he want a dark deed done?

Because he was dressed in black,

He was a mystery just like Louise and Lue;

Two friendly lads just a tad bit mad.

A stranger walked up to him, and offered a hand

He sneered and told the man ‘get away, you filthy scum’

The stranger’s bewitched silver eyes stared calmly

His mouth twitched in a mocking smile,

And the words fell fluidly from his loose lipped tongue.

‘Give me your wallet and that fancy wrist watch’

He stepped back away

His expression filled with surprise and shock

Didn’t he know he wasn’t safe down this cobbled walk?

The stranger laughed, and it fell from his sleeve

He eyed the strange piece in the stranger’s hand

What is it? And how did it come to be?

For he never saw such a thing in his rich neighbourhood.

He protested, but the stranger insisted

He wouldn’t give up his valuables

And the stranger acted

He jumped forward as quickly as a fox

But he couldn’t get far because of that homeless box

He fell to the stones, frozen under the strangers figure

It glinted in the night, that silver rusted sheen

He watched it as it rose and fall

He screamed and screamed and screamed

He watched as it came up and down again

He fell limp and numb

The stranger laughed and scattered through his pockets

His treasures in hand he turned and ran down the cobbled walk

The rich man was in disarray

His moustache dirty

His bowler hat scattered away

His shiny shoes dull and scuffed

The red liquid seeped from his wounds

It ran in rivers in sets of two

Never before had this cobbled walk

Had such fine rivers

He was the cobbled man

He was the stone

He and he was the walk

Buried in a hurry in that old cardboard box

The only thing left behind that old cobbled stone

Were the homeless drunks