11 May 2012
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.
Assassin • Opuss № I