50-50 chances no more

Dear Fifty,

The rain falls once again,

Chimes ring in the night, it strikes ten.

The fresh smell of rain mixed with metal - the blood spill,

The innocent plea; I knew you’d try the overdosed pills.

Each pitter-patter takes me back, I yearn, and seek,

Relentless to know; I must take a peek.

I long for you - I miss you,

Each drop reminds how you broke the code blue.

Forever I’ll be alone, serving the chequered force,

Whose partner felt no remorse.

There under the clock tower,

Chasing the dealer with power.

No longer the armed forces, or the assassin academy,

Just a stupid mob force, brutality.

It’s ten past ten, this anxiety will question no more!

The time has come, to leave and slam the door.

Compelled; by my shadow to the depth of night.

I saw you, like a ghost! - yet it was I who turned white.

After all this time, you filthy Fifty!

So conniving, cheating, and yet nifty.

I know your secret,

Now the paranoia is on you, will I keep it?

Sneaky Fifty, double-timing parole victim and undercover spy,

Crime has always been your game, a full sack of lies.

We trained together, fought together, suffered together,

No longer will we stand together in any weather.

I know your secret – you know all of mine!

Once my partner, yet sold out on a dime.

I hope this letter finds you in the rotten soil you belong,

So long.

Farewell Fifty.