I remember that night as clear as crystal.
When the moon in the curtain of black had turned blood red.
A sign that something terrible was about to happen,
Proven by the man I was dragging home, dead.

They gave me a standing ovation, showering their praises,
As I stood there naively, soaking in the pride of my kill.
Young, but how not innocent, a hair’s breadth from sixteen.
Grown up with chains binding my thoughts and will.

It was a caper like that that turned my life,
Deafening sirens, blinding light, their eyes on the prize.
Guns brought out as money bags dropped, hands shooting up,
But mine were on the bullet that could, any second, take flight.

Then a stoic face, hair glittering like gold.
Emerging from behind the cops, hard eyes meeting mine.
“Let him go.” Three words that made my heart rise.
“Take back the money. Leave him with a warning fine.”

Altercation broke out, yet in the end the shackles retreated and,
I was left alone with my savior, unspoken obligation in the air.
I asked her who she was, why she did what she did but,
She just stared at me sadly, begging me to run while crying in despair.

That was the last time I saw that gold mane.
Yet many, many years later, we crossed paths again.
I was on the run like she’d said, a worldwide criminal.
She was a government spy, doing her job in vain.

No matter how much I’d try to persuade,
She’d never tell me her name or why she’d did,
The act that had saved me when I was a boy; only that I’d come to
Love her like a sister, but those feelings I so well hid.

I was a murderer, she was my friend.
I’d killed hundreds without guilt, but she told me it was wrong.
That I was a better person behind the blood-stained mask I wore
I ignored her, but a part of me agreed that this wasn’t where I belonged.

Until another night, when the moon was gold like her hair.
We parted ways, her family anxiously waiting at home,
Unconscious of her friendship with a criminal, as I went to my haven.
They gave me a task that could result in millions I could call my own.

How could I say no to fortune? Many have fallen in greed’s traps.
So, clad in black, I crept towards the building, bomb in hand.
The snap! of the matchstick lighting up, subtly waiting for it to blow.
Only when I was a safe distance away did I see, petrified,
Those grey eyes that had saved me, filled with horror behind the window.

A scream escaped from my lips, the sight of her the last time,
Before the building went up in flames, lighting up the somber night.
Monstrosity filled my heart with poison, the realisation sinking in.
That I’d killed my sister – It was my mistake that brought her this plight.

My wails of misery echoed through that night, haunting my thoughts.
I was nothing better than a monster caught in strife.
There was no point living in guilt and grief, so I slipped out a blade.
Her face was the last thing I saw before I drove in the knife.