Assassin

Running faster and faster through the weeds,
Over branches, around big fallen trees.

Knowing:

My purpose,
My goal,
My commitment,
My role.

As I make my way over the final hill,
Through the tall brush where the castle lies still.

Calm:

No movements,
No sounds,
No Guards,
No hounds.

Reaching the wall that I scaled with most ease.
No harm to myself, no time wasted so I'm pleased.

Surveying:

Looking left,
Looking right,
No one around,
Nobody in sight.

On top the tallest point staring down through the courtyard,
Searching for my target, finding two slaves and only one guard.

Seeing:

Three Shovels,
One bow,
A whole lot of arrows,
All down below.

Looking for weapons that could be used against me,
Searching for exits, places where I can flee.

Searching:

No ladders,
No stairs,
No gates open,
No time to spare.

Finding my target I move really fast and really swift.
Down the wall, hitting the ground hard, my head slowly lifts.

Focused:

No more staring,
No more watching,
No more standing,
No more listening.

Moving behind my victim, choosing the right time,
Preparing the knife in my hand for the prefect crime.

Moment:

My stance,
My feel,
His life,
I steal.

As the blade exits his body he falls to the ground,
I move away quickly not making a sound.

Getaway:

Out Of the courtyard,
Over the wall,
Into the woods,
Before the sun falls.