Literary (Submission): Assassinate
A fight breaks out
From the shadows, no doubt
Of the dangers of the dark.
Where in time cannot reverse,
A dance seemingly rehearsed,
An assassin has found his mark.
Even as the other didn’t anticipate,
A battle that requires them to participate,
Both are in the inbetween of life and death.
Slight shock, surprise
In the look of one’s eyes.
A close match is met.
A dodge, the sound of a blade,
Blows and attempts of slashes made,
To the end where only one wins.
Not that long until the sound of a thud,
And the scent of free flowing blood,
And the wait for new victims begins.
