Trinity Nikita, Worlds Deadliest Female Assassin Poem by Shaun Cronick

rinity Nikita was so long thought dead,
The infamous female assassin of all time.
So skilled and adept in the art of killing,
Coldly returns for she's in her prime...

She's oiled her guns,
Sharpened her knives.
New targets acquired,
She's out for lives.

You can't hide away,
She'll flush you out.
A bullet in your eye,
No scream or shout.

She targets the guilty,
The flotsam the crap,
She'll aim for your head,
And a quick double tap.

Her statement is made,
Her deed is done.
So many targets,
Her works just begun.

She has bullets galore,
She's quick and lean.
She's totally ruthless,
The best ever seen.

And when she has time,
She'll do things in threes.
She'll draw out her knives,
And you fall to your knees.

Once in a while,
She'll wear a disguise,
A hotel maid,
With a deadly surprise.

Maybe a street hooker,
You've paid for the night.
Two knives in your eyes,
Now blind to your plight.

She's no Miss Goody Two Shoes,
But like her loves to kill.
All the money's a side-line,
Murder's the ultimate thrill.

She never takes risks,
She's a careful planner.
She's plotted every detail,
In a professional manner.

She knows self-defence,
Kill with each hand.
She's a tough bitch,
Her job does demand.

She takes all contracts,
Others refuse to take.
She knows no fear,
Deaths a piece of cake.

Her trail of death,
Reads like a vast obituary.
When your in her sights,
Visit a cold slab mortuary.

No pity or mercy,
Are ever shown.
Mere words to her,
Their meaning unknown.

She is a crack-shot,
She's never missed.
Even from long range,
All brains are dismissed.

She's from a poor village,
So it's been said.
Her family were murdered,
The guilty now dead.

She torments the guilty,
With sleepless nights.
Who awake with a shock,
Dead ducks in her sights.

One day she'll retire,
They hope and pray.
But she never will,
For she loves to slay..