The Mysterious Man

All eyes on him

Walking through the small crowd

Not caring what they think

Continuing his walk

The sky was dark and not many present

Wondering what he is up to

Wondering what are the intentions

Of this mysterious man.....

Rustling of the dry leaves,

Wind blowing fast

Giving shivers down his body

Tightening his grip on his coat

Fastening his pace

He goes towards a closed shop

Knocking in a pattern

This mysterious man is let in

Entering this abandoned shop

He put his hand in the pocket

Taking out a great deal of money

Slamming it on a metal desk

Looking right and left

As he exited the shop

Again fastening his pace

He walks through the dark

Reaching his home

Getting relieved for completing his work

Who knows what he is working as

Who knows who works for

This remains untold

The intentions of this mysterious man.