assassin



silently moving throught the night
a glint of steel in hand
a hood of darkness covers his face
hiding away his cold eyes
he slips through an open window
easily evades the vigilant soldiers
sprints without a sound
down the long corridor
at its end hides a decrepit old man
unaware that he's at the end of his days
he catches a glimpse of a shadow
but never gets the chance to react
there's a hand over his mouth
and a blade driven through his back
the dark rule of an old man is over
and a shadow's work complete

cmg

11/16/00







my abyss...
black notebook