kit the killer

he was called kit, they said was a killer
with a sharp short beard, penetrative eyes
roused many a shiver, kit the killer

kit wouldn't know why was he so
just/unjust,black or white
he carried on , his conscious aside
all he cared, was the call and the dough

one jobless day ,he sat with a beer
a slight cool breeze and a drizzle near
the darkening sky and the setting sun
purging his mind, with a brush through his gun

as his phone quirked to life
kit cleaRED HIS THROAT, ANSWERED THE VOICE
no greetings exchanged , was work to be done
as he hastily finished, the  duty to his gun

a few more swigs, three pipes in a row
with the stars getting back,
he was good to go
picked up his coat and holster covered gun
kissed his dog,a mastiff pup
who seemed to be in a mood for a run
he gave a smirk,its face forlorn
(could probably be sniffing his intentions for long)

kit reached the home
long before midnight
kept an eye through his fancy sight
reached the door when things went calm
turned the pin opened the lock
pushing it gently with his arm

things were dark , tough to see
an environment he'd been used to
untamed , unrestricted and free
he stealthily leapt , towards his aim
reached teh door
just barged in
prepared his gun
for another life to claim

the room ill lit fading neon light
the window open , breeze trickling slight
kit made to the aim spider swift
a linen covered face he tried to lift.........

the glow on her face
struck him bright
the serenity of the face
robbed his respite
wonderstruck! he failed to move
the gun in his hand
he'd lost his groove!
quite new to him
he'd begun to shiver
as he ran back
out of the house
and threw his gun
in the nearest river !