by Java Bomani

THE ASSASSIN IN THE DARK

He lurks in the shadows,

He morphs into one with the elements.

His flesh becomes fog in the mist,

Gale in the gust, grain in the dust.

The blade glimmers when drawn,

A quick flip severs a moth's head from its body.

His eyes grow telescopic,

His ears hear, far and near.

His emotions are in check,

Fear is not an option.

His victims never see...

or hear... or suspect...

They only feel...

The exit of his sword.


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