The Coolest Crime

The Coolest Crime

By: Matthew Kontos

Smoothe the edge against the stone,

Sharp enough to protect.

Say a prayer to the Gods

Cleanse my soul for battle.

The grit and evil among the streets

Shall now lie dormant beneath my feet.

This city is mine,

I protect it for free.

Justice is swift for all those who cross me,

I pass judgment upon them with the swing of my sword.

No light in the sky.

No comics or fame.

The hunt me and hate me,

I’m profiled and studied.

They expect a mask and a name to go by,

But its just my face,

And my totally sweet super awesome ninja reflexes.