I made a living killing men like you;
A hired gun, my services were bought
With money, yes, but each and every shot
Was fired with love for what it is I do;
To snipe a marshal and his retinue
Was just the type of glory that I sought,
And up until the day that I was caught,
My name was one my targets never knew.
Don't lecture me on punishment and crime—
I've seen my fill of both, and in my time
I've never felt a smidgen of regret;
So look me in my eyes, and don't forget
That though my execution date is set,
I'll be a threat until the final chime.

E. Shaun Russell