In dark stone hallways
I linger; hidden.
Only the shadows you see.
A ghost, a spirit,
An apparition,
Is all that I am to thee.
A morbid plot
Of execution
Swirling about deep inside.
Once I reveal my purpose,
No strength in yourself
Will you find.
Creeping silent.
Deathly cold.
Palm clasped about my blade.
'Heavens Vow' -
The dark swords name;
Enchanted with God-Killing plague.
Drawn from sheathe;
No sound,
Not a whisper.
Thrust between ribs;
All that's left is
To whimper.
A pathetic victim
In my sordid game.
No chance for your survival.
Another Hit
To add to the list.
Another Dead On Arrival.
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