Christmas Curst

Though he’s young big built and tall
When it comes to work and fighting
He knows three fifths of bugger-all
Still he sees what he‘d call
An easy mark
Walking to the underpass
Wreathed in dark

Approaching the man
He has no real plan
Just thump him
And steal whatever he can
Then ring his dealer buy a fix
Some brown and a stone
Should do the trick

Comes upon the man moving quick
Tapping with his whitened stick
Grabs his shoulder spins him round
Then let’s go a choking sound
The man’s sightless eyes dazzling bright
Like two mirrors reflecting
But there's no light

Putting him in fear of his life
I’ve been looking for you
Since you killed my wife
The blind man grips the muggers arm
Who stands paralysed with alarm
He cannot move he doesn’t know why
He cannot run although he tries
 
It was in this place you smashed her jaw
Sent her sprawling to the floor
Broke her hip left her in pain
And all for just a few pounds gain
Two years ago this very night
Christmas Eve, am I not right?
You can’t prove a bloody thing
No one will grass no one will sing

I don’t need a scrap of proof
Because you and I both know the truth
True justice now the man’s stick flashes
Into the muggers jaw it crashes
Concrete meets the young man’s hip
It breaks, he screams through shattered lip
Mercy, please, leave me alone
He looks around he’s on his own
 
He hears the retreating tapping cane
Thinks he must be going insane
Lies there shivering throughout the night
‘Til a stranger finds him at first light
Just like it was two years ago
When he had struck his fatal blow
In hospital police interview
Describes his attacker in detail true

Officer shakes his puzzled head
It can’t be him that man is dead
I handled that case and if I'm right
He died a year ago last night
Exactly a year to the day
Since his wife was mugged
In that passageway
The mugger aghast just lies back
As he suffers a fatal heart attack!

Well Christmas is a good time for ghost stories.
Merry Christmas and be good folks :-)