THE ASSASIN

Temptations bite a holy night. The Vengeance moved by silent times.  The prayers don’t come close to mind as doors are shut with stones and lies. Evening loses its attentive shine and darkness illuminates the breaking sky. The hearing is soaked with groans and sighs as the streets scatter-empty like fearful flies.  As houses fill up with un-thoughtful   goodbyes, the footsteps begin with the shutting of eyes.  He hides in those cracks that seal up tight and wears the dark cloak that blocks most sight.  Empty expressions are stored in behind un-tearable masks with nothing to hide. The black and grey castles, many hold each prize but familiar victims individually rise. A final hault is on the by, as a face with forced hate starts to sign. Like there is no wall, he walks the line and enters the realm of a victims surprise.

Confusion ties a hunters wise. The fear-steps force to grow in size With every beat there is a tide that blows the fear into the blind. The ladder of heroes has yet to decline as the forced dark saviour begins his climb. The ringing in his head proceeds to their minds and touches the lair where nightmares lie. Though doors are blocked by misery ripe, hope, the stranger still will not find. The happiness blind, unlocks the right and the strangers keep is now burning bright. With his hidden hands he hires the knife and adds a face to the stolen lives.

Cold silence strikes a crying life. A creeper running from the lights with blood on his trail and gold in sight. The exits of cages are many but tight and wings to disaster are starting to flight. The living could not of seen the time of the dark savioured heroes saintfull crime The screams of the seen cannot be in eyes, for footsteps surround the one with most lies. In heavenly stones the fearful can see, the runner goes down to the ghosts destiny. The gates of the mirror show trembling signs and visions of gravestones with each organ lined.  The wanting grasps his hands as might, but cannot see the screams in sight with only hills to block his kite and temptress teeth to give the bite. Injustice takes over the night and the hero crescendos in through  the white and lets the angels give a cry as he fades in through the grey moonlight.