I am the hunter of shadows,
No one see's me,
No ones knows,
Where I am,
Or the kill I chose,
Fear me, mortal,
For you are next.
People run and shout,
Admist the chaos, I stalk about,
I am the predator, I shall not leave without
The promise of shed blood, drain his all out.
He tries to calm the crowd,
But no one can hear him, too loud,
I pull the blade from my sheath, without sound,
Run forth, part the crowd.
I leap off the shoulders of another,
Flying direct, I plant the blade into his shoulder,
Driven to the ground under my force, he shudders,
His life slips out, his eyes flutter.
The guards yell out, I don't waste a second,
I sheath the blade and spring onto a guard, kill him in seconds,
I run into the crowd, the guards abandon,
I exit the city, the job of an Assassin.
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