The Cyborg of London

Opening my eyes I struggle to remember
Where last I remember my footing
I recall coming down a cobblestone street
And came upon a pair of men looting
Stepping forward to confront them, I engaged them straight through
The two overcame me quite fast
With a horrible thrust to the road I was thrown
My interference they had put in their past
The pain was only in an instant
As a carriage struck hard in my side
My arm was on fire hotter than the sun
Then blackness was came as I cried

No pain anymore but still something odd
I can’t quite place exactly what it is
Rising out of bed to see what ails me
I quickly realize that it is this!
My arm is no more but still something else
It’s all machine, gears, and metal
It moves as it should as if it were mine
Shining as bronze appears on a kettle
“Please take it easy, you’ve been through a shock”
From a voice in the corner of the room
Stepping forward is a man with gloves, goggles, and vest
Taking care in his opening move
“I was there in the street when you took your bad fall
I could not leave you there in your state.
I did what I could.  You would have certainly died.
The damage to your body was great”
I look at my hands, one of flesh - one of steel
They both flex at once with my thoughts
I could not believe this was really happening to me
My mind quickly flew to distraught
“Please remember to breathe, I know this is jarring”
Said the inventor as he came to my side
“But in time you will learn to live life like normal
You just need to recover in stride”

Six months now have passed and I am now someone else
Who does battle with the scum of the street
For the arm that I have has given me strength
That no other man around me can meet
With the help of the inventor I press on to justice
With my arm and his tools at my use
So that no other one here may know pain as I had
And never again fall to abuse.