Saturday, March 27, 2010

Black Rose

He swifts through the night
as swiftly as a deer
His targets in sight
It could be a long night
He waits for his prey
To go lay asleep
He pulls out a ring
With nothing but a swing
He slides the key in
With just a short click
And a flick of the wrist
The door opens as
Wide as can be
He slides through the door way
And glides on in
Being quiet as a mouse
Not even a creak
Floating up the steps
Fire in his eyes
his heart beating fast
Ready to unleash the blast
Memories from the past
Just seem to last
He creeps through
The hall as he
Stalks the waall
Targets in sight
Oh, such a fright
Tonight has got
Such a bight
He sneaks on in
Leans close to his prey
In one quick second
Like a lightning flash
The task is done
He places a black rose
Next to his prey
Where it will lay
For time until
It is found
the next day.

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