Ode to a Garrote

Oh I hunted him down a dark alley, on a cold and dreary day
For gold I kill my quarry was all the wife would say
An easy prey I knew the way this poor fools life would end
A kick a punch, a little crunch to Dis his soul descend.

He stood right there, so unware that he was within my reach
Yet he learned me quick his scholarship, the way of pain that he did teach
With broken bones and sad remorse did I tell my tale of woe
The wife she foamed and yelled and screamed, at the end of her last wit
You'll do your job, and do it right, till he's dead you will not quit.

I lacked the skill nay the will, to slay my fearsome foe
And now I did know to my death I would go
At the hand of the man I must kill.

To my knees did I drop with my hands did I pray
For the guidance to lead me to show me the way.
From the shadows appeared a sight to be seen
The most deadly assassin, his dirk blade did gleam.

Such knowledge I'll grant you, he said with a grin
As fear as your weapon, there's no doubt you'll win
He taught me his craft, of the dirk, of the whip
Of illusions and hiding, not a lesson did skip.
With power in my heart and a whip in my hand
I followed my quarry to attempt once again.

Behind his back I did creep, at last his life I would keep
Round his neck did my whip, throttle and choke
With a gasp and a sigh, did my enemy die
His windpipe most certainly broke.

With his head in my hands I made my demands
Of payment that was properly mine
With a sneer and snort the wife did foolishy retort
That the victory was hardly thine.

For her hardy mistake, her life did I take
With the gold I'd earned right and true
And tis never wise to play false and crosswise
If a Saboteur he was you had knew.