Urban Warrior Poem by Aram Stefanian

Sidney and you have been friends since high school.
While together, nothing's gonna make you lose your cool.
Under Manhattan sky, you ain't sure if it's illusion or verity,
Yet uptight about acid mung turning you into an alien entity.
The haunting flashbacks scare the hell out of you,
An unmistakable hateful hostile mug comes into view:
The Reaper is greeting you with his bony open arms.
There's something in his contagious grin that charms.
You're unaware that your life is on his shopping list.
He clings to your arm and bites like a rabid beast.
The last boreal kiss is gonna take you to infinity.
You still wonder if he performs as a fiend or divinity.