Midnight Madness 12:"Each Dog will have its Day"

Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided.
There she stood in front of him
where final hours collided.

Did you think that Id end up
on a china plate?
Or in some other horrid manner
that he would desecrate?

Slowly from her hip pocket
she pulled a .44
one of Jekylls favorite guns
when in the Marine Corp.

Midnights luck was bout to change,
his future turning grim.
Before he pulled his pistol out
she blew a hole in him.

Blood splattered gainst the picture
of Teddy Roosevelt ,
He dropped before her motionless
from what hed just been dealt.

Jesus Christ Almighty,
that was my favorite portrait.
Lets end this game we both wont win,
at best well have a stale mate.

Jekyll didnt notice that
she had on a glove.
The kind that hides your finger prints
or traces to talk of.

She walked to Midnights body
grasped his pistol firm in hand.
With a smile and leering eye
disclosed what she had planned.

Darling my sweet Darling
its sad to say good-bye.
But when the cops bust down the door
theyll find you both have died.

Midnight drew and shot you first,
then you returned the fire.
You .. a man of ill-repute
and hes a man for hire.

It doesnt really matter
because I will disappear.
The well burned body of the girl
is my stand in volunteer.

Thinking she had finalized
her perfect little plan
she pulled the trigger killing Jekyll
making Midnight the fall man.

With both guns in the proper hands
she left them where they lay.
This b_t_ch for now has shed her leach,
each dog will have its day.