The assassin

On a night all dark and dreary,

Amidst the servants of a business bum,

Crept a shadow of many names

Of which many have fallen to it's crafty touch.

Weeding out those who are hated

And those who abuse their welcome.

It glided past those of no concern

To attain it's objective before dawn

And be out before the deed is unveiled

Or more will fall,

Never to rise again.

This bum shall fall-

The seed has been planted.

As his lips touch his golden goblet-

He shall tempt the Faceless One,

Of Whom all shall meet and not tell,

It will be a job well done.