AN: A poem for a character in an upcoming story, same story as 'Kero'.


My pistol,

Is my bible,

My hands,

The preacher,

And the bullet,

A way of life.

Fighting, stealing, killing,

All I know.

Swipe what I must,

Not enough,

To earn God's wrath,

Though what I need to live.

I move through the shadows,

Of the lanterns lining the street,


Among the men,

with waistcoats and shirts,

Among the women,

with bell dresses and corsets.

All of whom own,

What is not rightfully theirs.