A gentleman stands
serenely atop
a remote hillside
somewhere in the
north east.
He’s dressed sharply,
his boots shined and
his suit jacket
freshly pressed.
In his hand, he holds
a cane.
Ages ago, he hid a blade
within the hollowed out wood,
but he never used it to protect
the world that desperately needed him,
for he was bitter long ago.

Now, he grips the knife firmly
in his steady hands.
His girl looks up
at him from the reflection
in the blade,
smiling sweetly.
His usual smile graces his lips,
spilling across his face
as it has so many times before.
He is no longer bitter.
He stands up straight,
his gaze directed outward
ready to protect his girl and smite
any wrong do-ers that
pass him by,
waiting for them
to meet their timely
end.