I am John Wick and you may have seen my movie,
but here is my story, in poetic poetry.
I was an assassin, but had given up the criminal life,
so that I can be with my love, my wife.
She then became ill, died and just like that she was gone,
gifting me a dog, to make it bearable to mourn.
The mafia stole my Camaro and my dog they killed.
They awoke the devil in me, that was once stilled.
I declared war and prepared myself for revenge,
to get back my car, and my puppy to avenge.
The body count rise as I kill and fight.
Beware, you thieves that had unjustly trampled on my right.
Safety and honour is secured as I check into Hotel Continental,
but my war cry leads me to break the rules so fundamental.
I kill all the baddies and retrieve my car,
you should not have messed with me, a fighting persona.
But it does not end there, there is a twist to my story,
Tune into next years marathon poetry,
when all will be revealed,
in John Wick Chapters Two and Three!