Slip into the shadows

 
 
Man of many talents, jack-of-all trades
A face easily forgotten,  
perfect for this line of work
My craft though, does not rank cheap
 
Today I am peasant poor , wandering town
similar in-difference, the variation
like dozens of towns I frequented, hardly noteworthy  
A slop shop advertising, fresh mutton stew
welcome change from dogs broth, rat pie
The slop shop's waste nothing
some have reported to cook up the dead
tough times call for such
 
This tiny agricultural community  
a well oiled machine
Run on corruption and greed
such a familiar song these days
 
Disgruntled, they summon me  
"We know, your fee does not come cheap
we have pooled our resources
this must be taken care of, tonight"
 
I slip into the shadows, spying my target
Ten thousand gold coins, your life is void
Stalking my prey, I leap at my chance
Three quick thrusts from behind
the blade coated, my own special concoction
Death guaranteed, quiet, slow
most excruciating  
 
I am the demon of the shadows
the nightmare beneath the bed
the story told, so children behave
I am.
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ASSASSIN