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Assassin

October 16, 2013
By SophiaWood GOLD, New City, New York
SophiaWood GOLD, New City, New York
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The world is silent
The immortal gods of the forest, burdened with seasons, slumber onward
They are frozen under the stars, soaked with drops of silver
It is in their shadows I lurk
Dancing to the music
Of silence

I am ready
My tools gleam in the fragile moonlight
And every glimmer of silver is like a stone breaking a pool of ice
Peace is broken, and sent scattering into the darkness
I stand in the middle
Silent and waiting

It is my time
The earth trembles, a murder of crows explode from the hushed wood
I hear the wheels thunder past, crashing and bashing
Destruction is left in their wake
As the queen’s men march by
Guarding the head worth thousands

Cloaked in shadows
I spy the glittering jewel, strutting past, glowing beneath the wealth and gold and scarlet
I cannot ignore it
Notch
Aim
Fire

My arrow found its mark
The target, a crippled doll bathed in crimson, flies through the air
A broken toy
The soldiers, good little boys
They load, they aim
But I am gone
There is only silence



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