He was a cold killer
He walked in the fog
the city held its breath
stones slick beneath him
lamps dim and weak
he wore the night
he carried death
He killed in the fog
men drunk and staggering
coins jingling in pockets
laughter splitting the dark
voices blurred with ale
the mist swallowed it
He waited in corners
shadows clung like breath
he was smoke and shadow
a figure without name
the knife glimmered
patience kept him still
The men never saw
their cries went silent
blood ran on cobbles
the night stretched on
the city turned away
At dawn the bodies
slumped and empty
faces slack, lips parted
coins gone, knife wiped
fog lifting slowly
questions hung in smoke
Whispers spread
fear walked faster than wind
women pulled children close
men stared at corners
every step measured
every shadow cursed
He was a cold killer
he fed the fog
he gave streets silence
he left no mercy
Then he vanished
just as if never there.
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