A/N: This poem is about a dream I had.

I stand in the middle of nowhere
clentching my katana on the right
head bowed down
ready for a fight

the rain falls
dripping in my hair
I'm soaked now
and still prepared

You don't see me
but I see you
You might want to duck
or my Kunai go through

you still don't see me
because I'm like a stealth
even though I had no training
I'm not a black belt

Now you see me
say hi to my sword
you ready to die
you stupid little whore

as you take your last breath of air
asking for me to stop
I climb a wall
and run across the top

So I didn't kill you
waht you complaining about
If ya want me to
I will no doubt.

R+R please... Heh