Hired Assassin

A lone figure standing atop a hill,

His steel eyes focused on the quiet town.

Night wind hitting the cloak at its own will,

Happily waving the dark cloak around.

The breeze plays with his copper-colored hair,

Sticking out of the shelter of a hat,

Black as depths of the ocean’s secret lair.

He kept a shady secret like a cat.

He knew what he had traveled to do here.

Pulling the blue face mask over his face,

He set off; silently after came fear.

Soon it would be complete; better with haste.

Only a job, though gruesome to be done.

The sword at his side gave a fearsome glow.

Future and past twisted to become one.

He ran down the slope to the town below.