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The Assassin
Contributed by
wilder
on
Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Like a hawk, so quietly sitting
Stalking, hunting, awaiting the kill
Draw my sword, still quietly waiting
Moving closer towards the hill
Blade is heavy, my arms are aching
The gods on my side, the sun is low
I still sit here silently waiting
As I then draw my arrow and a longbow
I see my prey, my kill, my enemy
Not knowing his life's soon to end
I look around but no one is watching me
I pray to the gods, their strength they'll send
I count my payment, the gods are waking
I am doing their bidding, their will
Their lives are only mine for the taking
As I slowly move in for the kill
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2003-04-30 07:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Assassin
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 07:08:12 AM AEST (User
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another excellent write in your series, i love this, more please:) hugs nessa |
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