The Kill

I feel the cold steel of the blade on my skin.

My target walks in front of me,

Unaware of the danger that follows.

I stalk him like a true predator,

Always watching, moving in the shadows,

But never causing him alarm at what may follow.

The prey I hunt is a man born of evil.

A murderer, a thief, and a rapist.

My order has chosen me for this,

Picked me above all others,

To end this man's life for good.

I must pick my moment carefully,

Too early and I will be caught,

Too late and he will get away.

He moves toward a crowded street,

Probably to satisfy a desire of safety,

But I simply smile.

The crowded the street, the easier it is to disappear.

I move closer, inching my way for the strike.

Moving through the crowd like a shadow,

For my target must die tonight.

With inches between us, I position my blade.

The moment has come, I must strike.

The blade pierces his heart, ending his life.

He does not struggle or make a sound,

For the strike came to fast.

The training I have received has prepared me for this,

Made me a true Assassin.

As I feel the life drain from his body,

I pull the blade out and ease him to the ground.

The crowd around is still unaware that a life has just ended.

A simple prayer is said, to ease the passing of his life,

And to allow retribution for this man's soul.

As the last word slips my lips,

I turn and disappear into the night.

Another evil is ended, and my next hunt shall begin.