Dark Assassin

Say friend, doth thou know how many suns have risen this week?

No, came an answer from the shadows so bleak

Whilst thou reveal thy face so mine eyes may cast their glance upon one well hidden?

No, I am forbidden

Why t'is so, I ask of thee?

I am not meant for eyes to see

Art thou man, for thou speak as if otherwise?

I am an unwanted surprise

In riddles thou speaketh, why not clear?

I am not masked; I am fear

Beast nor shadow, for thou speak common words

Yet the snake thou heareth now, before have not heard

Said true and bold, but thy name untold?

As it shall remain till forcefully sold

If glitter and gold is wished, I shall give for my mind is curious

As are all with the shadowed and mysterious

So thou decline?

Ay, as is the task of mine

A great task this must be, or thou would have taken

There, sir, thou art greatly mistaken

Thy master must think proud of one so thrilling

Perhaps so, but I taketh this venture unwilling

Why then doth thou continue?

For many lives would be forfeit, though now only few

Whom are to perish of those thou say?

I have destroyed all, t'is my last today

Have thou findeth him for tonight shall soon part?

Ay, sir, for t'is the assassin's art

Whom then shall thy kill?

The one who standeth before me still

And out of the shadows, a dark creature leapt with blade

Piercing his final victim, then fleeing into cold darkness and hate