Shadow's Kin - Poem by Khaldun Atum
The life I live, is not a normal one,
You see, I am a shadow hunter, the only one,
I live in shadow, I hunt the light,
To be specific, I stalk, I prey, I fight,
Because, I am an Assassin.
There is no one better than I, I am the master,
I am fast, agile, uncatchable, and an untraceable attacker,
The shadows breath in the night,
The moonlight glinting off my knife.
A reward is what I seek,
Blood for money is a pleasure to me,
I have yet to not succeed, my deals I keep,
Until my victim is dead, I shall not sleep.
I spot the castle from my horse,
The stone an eyesore against the beautiful darkening sky,
The gates call to me, I shall kill with no remorse.
I jump from my mount in the shadows, look up at the walls so high.
The gates in sight, I am unseen in the night,
The guards shall die without strife, I unsheathe my knife,
I pad closer, their life is nearly over,
One mistake, and I'll end up burnt on a stake.
I am directly behind one, my knife finds him,
He drops with a thud, I wipe my blade on him,
The other jumps up but falls back to the ground,
A throwing knife stuck between his eyes,
He dies without a sound.
The gates now open; I am inside,
Guards walking; the turrets high,
No one has yet noticed, my shadow innate,
I will move quickly, not to be seen,
I don't kill without conscience,
They have to be clean.
I climb to a rooftop, search around,
Many bodies dropp to the ground,
I am at the castle,
Blood soaked into my gown.
I pull back my hood and take in the castle,
There has yet to be a hassle,
I am well armed thought,
Ready for a battle.
I pull my grappling hook off my back,
Throw it up, it lands with a clack,
I feel the rope tighten, it is hooked,
I begin my climb, the city I overlook.
I pull myself up, one more landing,
My arms sore, this climb demanding,
Seven people I've thrown off the tower,
One more won't matter.
Last landing up, I cut out the window,
It is silent as I climb inside,
A guard there, I push him outside,
A long fall, he crashes down below.
A door is what keeps me from my mark,
I push it open, he lay there sleeping,
A good sign, there will be no screaming,
A hand over his mouth, he jumps with a start,
I unsheathe my blade, and get his heart,
I watch him die, such is the order of my art.
I grab the rope and slide down,
Once at ground level, I wind my rope around,
My back again, and head out of town.
I mount my horse and ride away,
The darkness fades, here begins another day,
Another mission well planned, a great reward I will win,
I smile a happy grin, after all,
I am the Shadow's Kin.
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