Arriving at a quaint old little village,
On the outer perimeter of a large town.
Beginning a most difficult assignment,
This is a hard path I must go down.
This village seems over guarded,
More security then they possibly need.
Explains that they're protecting,
Something more than grain or seed.
I find an unsecured section to penetrate,
A tall barrier in which I scale with ease.
On top of the wall is the best view point,
My eyes venture through the crowd as I please.
Surveying the area for multiple exits,
Searching for places to hide or blend in.
I move off the wall double checking my weapons,
As I search for my target my mission begins.
The local town merchants are loud and distracting,
Which helps hide my presences among all the people.
I push my way slowly through a very dense crowd,
Walking into the local church under a large steeple.
My victim hides inside the house of the Lord,
Asking for forgiveness for all of his sins.
Walking in quietly not to raise any suspicion,
Finding my mark as his life comes to an end.
The priest of the church makes exiting easy.
Yelling for the guards as they leave their post,
Moving through the peasants where they can't see,
Escaping any unnecessary violence is what I love most.
