The Assassin and the Rose
Silent as the night, stood I
Watching the hours slowly ticking by.
Through years of practice and sharpened skill
I steeled my heart for another kill.
The moon hides shyly behind the clouds,
Helping my cause, as I look around,
For in this very courtyard, my target was to be
When the clock struck twelve, her face I would see.
My knife was sharpened, my mind prepared
I had planned this night out, as much as I dared.
Kill after kill, I had perfected my crime
Remorseless, I set out for the twenty-seventh time.
A practiced killer, a grim reaper,
A mind dulled with screams of terror,
No joy I felt, nor anguish or remorse,
For this was my trade, my life’s course.
How many times before had I stood so?
Waiting for my prey, to come and never go.
Waiting for the dismay and the cry of pain,
As my knife steals away, a life again.
And so I waited the twenty-seventh time,
In this perfect setting, to commit my crime.
A rose has thorns, don’t look her in the eye
Warned was I, on the day she was to die.
For many a life had gone astray,
She cast her spells, to live another day,
Chosen hence, as the coldest of them all,
I waited, for midnight to fall.
In the quietest of moments, I heard the chime,
Cutting through the silence, it was time,
To prepare myself for this vile deed,
To take caution and silently proceed.
Clad in white, on that still night,
Merrily she strolled into my sight,
Unaware of the danger approaching fast,
And the fact that this night, was to be her last.
At her sight, I prepared my blade,
As the world around me began to fade.
Only her I could see, across the edge of my knife,
The thought of her blood as I stole her life.
Oft there are memories that make you pause
Broken bridges that must not be crossed
Shadows that flit across your mind
And fill you with a deep longing inside
The sight of that face, as she turned in fear
Weaved it’s magic and pulled me near
For it brought back memories, I wish I’d never seen
Memories of a person, with whom I could have been
Memories that came back in a flood
Of a time before I had drenched my hands in blood
Of a different day, of a different place
Of a happy smile and an eager face
Of the one who had kept me going
Through tough times, gave me a reason for living
Of the only one I had ever called a friend
Before those happy times came to a crashing end
Memories of pushing through a panicked crowd
Memories of the blood, that acted as her shroud
Memories of her, lying there so still
Memories of my tears, falling against my will
My rose had perished, with no one around
Her blood on my hands, her blood on the ground
Sworn to protect her, I had let her die
The thought of revenge, now ruled my mind
I picked up my blades, I chose this life
For the girl I loved, I sharpened my knife
And slew in a breath, those who harmed her before
And followed that path forever more
Followed that path, till it robbed from me
My very emotions, my sanity
To meet her again, was my only desire
I killed my heart then set it afire
In a daze I walked, to this apparition
A reflection, a perfect rendition
Of the one I wished to protect by my side
The one I lived for, and for whom I died
I threw away my weapon, the spell complete
She picked it up, I paid no heed
For here before me, with living breath
Was the person I would love, until my death
There was nothing I could do, to do her harm
Felled by my blade, I fell for her charm
With my cruel knife, she tore me apart
I died as I lived, with an ache in my heart.
