Karma

Light emitting from a distant room...
Sneaking through an open door
Spilling into the hall like so much blood upon the floor
An overwhelming sense of doom...

A creak of the board as I pass
I see my target stir in his chair...
Top of the head and that long hair...
Chair creaking under his mass

Standing outside the doorway...
I survey the target
Reminding myself of the pain, lest I forget
This is the only way...

Straight razor open at my side
Stealthily through the arch...
Mouth dry, at parch...
Consumed with vengeful pride

Grabbing him by the hair...
Razor slipping into the flesh under his chin
Warmth upon my hand giving me a grin
Slumping in his chair...

Turning to make my way out
I see what I did not see before...
A child hiding behind the door...
Mouth open but no shout

Eyes telling me all I need to know...
I will die by his hand
Finding me in this land
Vengeance for my fatal blow...

I killed his father
Even for what he did to mine...
Just a matter of time...
Life is such a bother