[The Assassin][Part 3]

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The Assassin, Rollick. Part 3

Silent feet moved quickly

Over the wet cobble stone street

Away from any lights

Away from prying eyes

Deep in the darkened street corners

Rain drops cried off his blade

Blood still eluded its sharp edge

To drag across flesh and bone

To silence even the notion of a scream

Never to be heard by anyone

Only lone eyes to see their end

The mighty blade modest in its actions

Its skill unmatched

Unfailing in its tasks of death

It found its equal

In the assassin’s firm grip

To quench its thirst

In the hands of the Assassin, Rollick

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