Silent deities enthroned from above watch,

The celestial beings cloaked in twilight,

You drink in their wisdom and out again,

Adrenaline pumps through your body

Precious narcotic, nature's drug.

Fear a tempting perfume, attracting death,

you inhales it, the tendrils of hormones

Fear coating the targets skin

hot, feverish, slick, sweet ooze

Pure ecstasy.

You are a shadowy persona,

Endowing a dance with the shadows and brimstone

A tango of death

The taste of murder on his tongue like a rich wine,

Lick your lips, Savour the taste.

Cold calculating eyes glint, you watch the target,

dance through the shadows,

Skirt the light,

Palm caress the hilt of the blade

Like a lover under quilts at night.

Warming up for the climax,

Wind whispers to you music,

Rising, bulging, towering,

A harmony of crimson,

The melody of death.

He watches the guard stop…

Does he shiver because he can hear the music?

His willowing ending?

Does he not hear the footsteps crawling in the alleys?

The blade slid out like a snake in the hands of its charmer?

The blade is a errie phantom in the shadows

A sliver of moonlight,

Death's maker, death's cousin,

But like a snake

Strikes…

Beautiful crimson,

Spellbinding sensation,

Glorious wash of narcotics,

Another notch on your already dark heart.

Chilling smile,

A killer's grin,

Blood washed over you like a baptism of night,

The guard registers his fate,

He sinks before god.