Death's King Hit

• Jessi Shannon, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

I walk along the cobbled path in the dead of night,
Hiding in the shadows, as the moon shines bright,
Shouts ring through the air as a pub door is pushed ajar, Two men stumble onto the street under the twinkling stars, The guy goes for the punch,
Against the skull it goes crunch,
It's a king hit they say,
As the guy sways,
Hitting the ground,
No one is around,
So the other guy flees,
Into the cold nights breeze,
The poor guy's soul latches into my chest,
As he lays to rest,
I am death.