T. R. Crissian
Un-Named - Poem by T. R. Crissian
She's a master of lies,
Her feelings are never betrayed in her eyes,
She lives many different lives,
Such an actor,
Ha! Don’t be fooled-
This deadly child is the master of disguise.
The moonlit sky shines so bright,
Her hands drip crimson,
As she flees from the blood stained night.
The assassin she is,
The despise all intertwined deep within,
She's the one that’s always in your nightmares,
The shadow behind that tree,
And the one in the distance that u cant see.
She has the eyes that dart at every movement,
The hands that let the arrow fly,
She's the one who slips in and out of your dreams,
There is so much more going on with this girl than it seems.
When around people, she acts careless and light,
She meets her friends eyes when talking,
She may seem like this but many things hurt inside
So many things are racing through her dark mind.
She gives an excuse to slip away,
And once she steps into the cold harsh night,
That’s it-her heart is taken.
She's the assassin that let herself fall into many a plight.
Confusion is her middle name,
For that's one of the feelings she feels the most,
She hides behind the back of the building,
Thinking about her past and her pasts haunting gost,
Only one person happens to see the tear that slides past the corner of her eye.
Alas! Parting hour is coming nigh.
Night has fast fallen,
She remembers who she is,
She ceases to think of her past life stolen,
She takes up who she is and walks into the moonlight,
She heads for the upcoming fight,
This is her story
Always to continue like this,
Will she ever feel the deadly bliss?
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