His cold face is bare
Emotions are nothing but hidden
With this little nothing is to despair
Saying anything is more than forbidden
The target is in his sight
Carefully following in the unknowing trees
Not one sound made other than that of the night
This will put the killer at a much-needed ease
The one to be killed has no identity
None of them do – that is the way
This kind of knowledge is serenity
Never get to know anything about said prey
Slowly withdraw is thy sword
The silver of the blade reflecting the heart
Fresh blood will be the damned reword
A skill such as this is true art
As disregarded as the wind he moves
Behind the victim his blade shines
The life he removes
For his trace there will be no signs
Carefully the blood is at gone
None are honored to dirty such a tool
For now this lycanthrope like man is withdrawn
It is far from over - which makes this assassin a fool
Submission Name: Assassin
