Settle The Score Poem by Nate Peligeiro

Outside again,
the moon has put itself
directly over
my enemy.

The blue light
clashes
with the Destroyer
of Night.

Beautiful gleam
cuts down
the obscene.

Immortal
Temporal

One
must die,
and I know
which.

In a desperate
land,
all falsehood
revealed.

All falsehood reviled.

I,
with the Moon illuminating the trajectory,
take aim at the perpetrator,
the Master of Lies.

A dark street.
Your fate.
Broken glass
and a dark
corner
await.