Two young men of different origin,
Partners in business without a fortune.
Gold was their drive to pursue their pay,
While mining for riches, they struck it one day.

Much wealth and fortune then belonged to the men,
Never would a day come where all would be spent.
The treasure they held was not one to be counted,
The number so large, it could not be surmounted.

But the streets outside were not so sunny,
It was hard for people to come by money.
Only the evil made it day to day,
With thievery being their only pay.

The wanted man drew chaos on every wall,
Jewelry, bills, coins, he takes it all.
And when he heard of the fortunate men,
His plans to kill were created then.

For the men were careless, waving their money ‘round,
It was just a matter of time before the criminal took them down.
They wore expensive coats with a woman on each arm,
The crook finished his plans to stifle their charm.

“Good evening.” One cooed to the damsel beside him.
“A beautiful night.” Said the other to the lady so slim.
The criminal watched with his face twisted,
He spat on the ground, hands tightfisted.

This outlaw was cruel; he swiped from the needy,
He had a ghastly complexion and eyes so beady.
His ugly soul showed through his skin,
For every day he committed sin.

He was bent over in half, like a hunchback,
Don’t let him mislead you; he’s sharp as a thumbtack.
And as his dirty boots carry him around,
People step back and don’t make a sound.

“I’ll get you fools.” He growled under his breath.
“I’ll take all you have and beat you to death.”
The villain kicked a stone that skipped along,
All the while he hummed a devious song.

“I will be the wealthy one quite soon, quite soon,
With their insides all over strewn.
The mess won’t even be hard to scrub,
I can just dump them in a garbage tub.”

A wicked smile crawled across his face,
He will end these men without a trace.
And when that night comes to an end,
His afterlife placement will surely descend.

The day arrived for the deed to be done,
The bad man’s worries were absolutely none.
The time was coming, it would be soon,
He just had to wait for the rising moon.

As he grabbed his black coat, ready to walk out the door,
He giggled softly in excitement for what was in store.
He was sweating, beads on his brow,
He supposed, “There is no going back now.”

The crook slipped into the darkness,
Preparing to create a carcass.
Slinking along the shadows,
Trying to avoid the gallows.

The grand home of the rich men was no longer lit,
Between the bushes the criminal barely fit.
Around the back to the sliding glass,
To shatter it was the only way to pass.

The wanted man held his breath,
Afraid he stirred the young men’s rest.
Steps were not heard, neither a cry nor shout,
He then clambered in feeling no doubt.

Up the stairs, he found one man’s room,
Sound asleep, unaware of his doom.
The felon unsheathed his silver blade,
And slit his throat in the bed he laid.

The villain smiled and closed his eyes,
Relishing in his enemy’s demise.
But that thirst was only quenched for a second,
“The other must be in the next room.” He reckoned.

But as the criminal stepped out through the door,
Through his chest a dagger tore.
His eyes wide, he stared at his foe,
The man snarled, “It’s bad to steal you know.”

The home invader crumbled to the floor,
He had never been outsmarted before.
Gold coins spilled from his pockets,
And his eyes rolled back into their sockets.

The wealthy man wiped the blood from his hands,
“It’s not right to kill a man.
But if you remember one thing, with your last breath,
Wealth is meaningless in the eyes of death.”